With My Indian Rug And A Pipe To Share

looking east
outside
Grapevine Canyon


Colorado River
above
Trinity Canyon


Gillian Welch and
David Rawlings:
"Pocahontas"


fool in a pool
many moons ago

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The northern mountain is hidden in white cloud,
A happy place for hermits to retire.
So we can meet, I try to climb the heights,
My heart is fading like a goose in flight.
My sorrow's prompted by the creeping dusk,
But then clear autumn spurs on my desires.
At length we see the villagers return,
They walk the sand and rest at the river crossing.
The trees against the sky are like shepherd's purse ,
An islet by the shore just like the moon.
I hope you have some wine to celebrate,
We'll spend the autumn festival drunk together.
--Meng Hoaran
(Climbing Orchid Mountain on an Autumn Day)