Dancing Water, Jade Blossoms

The waters flow east, while quiet thoughts turn to the clouds and sky; cascading rapids shake heaven and earth. In these years that pass like flowing water, there is no choosing how to face them. Water dances as it pleases, just like the poems and books in his hands: there are spring blossoms and autumn moons, and there is the leap he took without a second thought that made the world know his name. But in the stillness of the deep night, he misses those before him and those long gone, unable to tell one from the other. You stand high above the world. Are you lonely? Then let me dance across the waters for you and sing.