This poem is inspired after reading Zhuang Zi’s, The Grand Master, Su Shu (Song Dynasty 960-1127) Jiang Chengzi, and The Book of Poetry.
WITHOUT WIND AND RAIN
Hand in hand we walk our vows
to the grave, if the joints allow.
In dry spell, to each other, spit
our foam and pool our wit.
Chose: no return to the river and lakes,
not forgetting the snakes and fakes.
Dust masks mark our faces,
Care not about blame and praise.
Live in the world without wind or rain,
enjoy the spring without feign.