The Kunlun Taoist Sect

The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name. In May, snow blankets the Tianshan Mountains. No flowers bloom, only bitter cold. I hear the flute play “Breaking Willow,” yet have never seen spring. At dawn, we march to the beat of drums; at night, we sleep embracing our jade saddles. I would gladly take the sword at my waist and use it to strike down Loulan. Li Bai