Sitting Alone on Chingting Mountain

On the surface, the Tao is impractical, illogical

Blue Heron II

Sitting Alone on Chingting Mountain

Leaning on a moss-soft rock,
My mind at rest, clouds drift past.
A single crane heads home in the fading light,
Its call absorbed by the evening quiet.

Below, the valley folds into shadow;
pine and stream trade whispers.
No one comes, no one goes—
only the mountain and the wind,
When the light fades I head home strangely elated.
- Heron Dance interpretation of a poem by Wang Wei

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Wang Wei (王維, 699 – 761 AD) was one of the most celebrated poets, painters, and musicians of the Tang dynasty—a man who embodied the ideal of harmony between nature, art, and contemplation. His life moved between the intense formality of the imperial court and the deep quiet of the mountains he loved.

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Liquidation Sale of Art

The gallery is mostly empty now but there are still a few originals left. A couple of my favorites are above. Each is $120 including shipping. You can see the entire selection here.

There are also about twenty prints left. You can order a random three or ten below.

All prices include shipping.

Order three for $100 here.

Order ten for $200 here.

The only art that is excluded from this liquidation sale are a few “Zen Drawings and Paintings” which will be featured in an upcoming book.

And my new book, Surviving Cancer, is now available in both print and e-book/Kindle formats. An Audible edition will be available soon.

Learn more here.