And the River Zhe is at high tide.
When you have not been there,
your heart is filled with longing;
But when you have been there and come back,
it was nothing special.
Misty rain on a mountain,
A river at high tide.
~By Sotoba, the Chinese Poet (1036~1101)
Isn't that beautiful? I need to find me a book with a collection of
old eastern asian poems like such. Zen-like poems.
