Friday, July 15, 2011

puppet play

My body lives in the city,
But my essence dwells in the mountains.
The affairs of a puppet play
Are not to be taken too seriously.
When the polar mountain fits into a mustard seed,
All the words in the universe may as well be erased.

My mind is like a jade jar of ice,
Never invaded by even half a mote of dust.
Though the jade jar be obscured without,
I pay no mind at all -
On the terrace of Immortals,
I climb straight to the highest level.

~ Wu Cailuan (9th century)
from Immortal Sisters: Secret Teachings of Taoist Women
photo by Ansel Adams