Eternity and Change
The Narration of the Cosmos Qian Gong
Here is the dance of the tongue of fire Recorded in the tooth marks of burning holes Like the moonlight, sifted by the lotus leaves The trees are muttering to themselves Grinding their feelings into the growth rings One circle after another The creek changes the tunes Constantly trying her voice, Sometimes shocked by the thunder’s prompts Sometimes confused by the wind’s advice Dense raindrops, sparse raindrops Here time has tripped over The jumbled rocks collect its messy steps Mountains, under thousands of hammer blows Extend to the distant horizon The river rubs its shadows The fog polishes the surface of the lake Ceaseless and tireless Light raindrops, heavy raindrops 81
