The Mountain Spring – Qu Qiang I

There is a brook in the mountains, Nobody I ask knows its name. It shines on the earth like a piece Of the sky. It falls away In waterfalls, with a sound Like rain. It twists between rocks And makes deep pools. It divides Into islands. It flows through Calm reaches. It goes its way …

Civilized

Barbarity, we claim, Is a problem only in foreign lands And we excuse our indifference Because of large bodies of water. We look at the civil wars of the East And we boast of our Western civilized-ness While we murder our babies And turn them into face products. Evil never looked so good, Or so …