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 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 * *