For Qiu Chuji - A Poem
High in the Himalayas on the Afghan, Pakistan border somewhere above the majestic mountain range at Hindu Kush You traveled to meet the Royal Khan.
And with a philosopher's stone in hand, and an enormous task in mind you were summoned to unravel the great mysteries of the eternal principles of the storied nature of everlasting life But little did they know that despite their valiant efforts to uncover the pearls of wisdom that you would seek to instill, few would achieve your exalted status.
And fewer still would come to influence those who would fail to discover the sagely path.
Reveling in the undercurrent, you would flow like a fish.
And in deep meditative thought you would scale the mountain and swim below the deep blue ocean sea.
With a staff in the palm of your right hand and a scroll beneath your arm, you avoided the pitfalls of many fruitless episodes of petty pedagoguery.
Rather, you would sit by the dragons gate and receive messages from the sky.
For the humans of the world often look to find a dirty cage, while you search for another one.
As a carefree spirit, far removed from the rigors of the day, you keep yourself separated from shopkeepers, baseless teachers, misguided soldiers of fortune and ordinary practitioners of mortal medicine.
Skipping down a sorcerer's path, you sit beneath a shady leaf and rest upon the golden branch of a sapling tree.
Yet your retreat into the abyss is often transient and ill-fated, Efforts to live in an unconscious state are often coupled with intermittent duty.
For Chinggis there seemed to be no ordinary end Surely people are consumed by their fate.
Conflict rages as the sea will quiver and shake Death is appalling and there is rarely a place that we can hide.
So your efforts to straddle the universe are both simple and kind.
But remember few have your courage or the ability to transform the inevitable state of their own mortality.
The mind is a delicate thing It can take us on infinite roads So let them think what they will Efforts to pacify a warrior would appear to have done less harm than good So leap to the heavens and ride your trojan horse Your example speaks volumes But if they choose to deny their inner self There is nothing that you can do Few will rise above their own material needs but you have reached for the stars It is certainly a pity that many have failed to hear your voice Let all who are open come to hear you speak And from there they will find the source.
And with a philosopher's stone in hand, and an enormous task in mind you were summoned to unravel the great mysteries of the eternal principles of the storied nature of everlasting life But little did they know that despite their valiant efforts to uncover the pearls of wisdom that you would seek to instill, few would achieve your exalted status.
And fewer still would come to influence those who would fail to discover the sagely path.
Reveling in the undercurrent, you would flow like a fish.
And in deep meditative thought you would scale the mountain and swim below the deep blue ocean sea.
With a staff in the palm of your right hand and a scroll beneath your arm, you avoided the pitfalls of many fruitless episodes of petty pedagoguery.
Rather, you would sit by the dragons gate and receive messages from the sky.
For the humans of the world often look to find a dirty cage, while you search for another one.
As a carefree spirit, far removed from the rigors of the day, you keep yourself separated from shopkeepers, baseless teachers, misguided soldiers of fortune and ordinary practitioners of mortal medicine.
Skipping down a sorcerer's path, you sit beneath a shady leaf and rest upon the golden branch of a sapling tree.
Yet your retreat into the abyss is often transient and ill-fated, Efforts to live in an unconscious state are often coupled with intermittent duty.
For Chinggis there seemed to be no ordinary end Surely people are consumed by their fate.
Conflict rages as the sea will quiver and shake Death is appalling and there is rarely a place that we can hide.
So your efforts to straddle the universe are both simple and kind.
But remember few have your courage or the ability to transform the inevitable state of their own mortality.
The mind is a delicate thing It can take us on infinite roads So let them think what they will Efforts to pacify a warrior would appear to have done less harm than good So leap to the heavens and ride your trojan horse Your example speaks volumes But if they choose to deny their inner self There is nothing that you can do Few will rise above their own material needs but you have reached for the stars It is certainly a pity that many have failed to hear your voice Let all who are open come to hear you speak And from there they will find the source.
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