Painting, Poems, and Haiku by Yao Feng
Tasmania, Australia, Photos by Ronbo.
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The walls of cool mist,
dance with the morning sun. Far off the birds sing and call, riding the early morning breeze. Soon the mountains are crisp and clear in the newness of dawn. All thoughts of this world, vanish in nature's breast.
All is one with the Dao.
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no moon tonight
only burnt stars and wattles in the breeze |
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bright sun
strong autumn winds trees sparkle |
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man and dog
walking in mountains Zen heart |
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far away
riding the wind mooooo! |
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small puppy
buries his biscuit under the pages of my book |
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this moment
all thoughts have emptied in the wind
old cushion
faded by sun holds a sleeping dog |
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mother and baby
taking new steps on short cut grass |
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grey rain
falling like a blanket in a long wet kiss tall dead trees a ghostly white across the dark mountain |