You wrap around and shape yourself to suit me,
I don’t want to escape.
Inside you, I’ve got everything I need.
Do you know how beautiful you are?
Your graceful sleeves flutter in the breeze
Like a wild swan’s wings.
And when I let you hang unbound
And the wind comes and fills you,
You’re a billowing cloud
That lifts me up to sport with dragons.
Contained in you, I’m free.
I can climb cold mountains and linger at the summit.
Silk would send me down. Not you.
You say, “Stay and make yourself at home!”
A warm cabin in the drifting snows
~ Han Shan ~
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