The final phases of a cup of tea come,
Some parts of the moon are always gone,
As the gentle wind’s stroking,
Various kinds of feeling never out,
When you’re thoughtful and never doubt,
The mind is bright, wide and totally calm.
poem/calligraphy/painting/Earthstone Chu
My Network had been netting whole world
But not the root under my feet
Wonder which way I’ll go
Then the wind talked
“Just here”
When my step was halted
I asked rain
Rain said
“The sky didn’t know how delicate
The water is.”
Earthstone
Youth goes not
Look upside down
Out of expression
Just need a little lock
In the end of brows
Hundreds of complain
Thousands of worry
Can’t refrain from
A grip in the wind
Difficult to put down well
To put well down
Is difficult
Where is whole end?
Earthstone