A cloud on the canvas

Vanished are the birds upon soaring high, Save a cloud solitary, floats freely by. Tired not of reciprocating one another’s gaze, Thou, and thou only, Mount Jingting and I. poem by Li Po,… Continue reading

Freedom

Freedom inside us is a real one. That’s what really matters. *

Rain. Still rain

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet. Bob Dylan * *