The Traveller
Misty mountains bring to my imagination poetry, pilgrimage and a hot cup of tea. I have a very deep interest in Taoism. This is my favorite “spiritual” religion as opposed to paganism which has more to do with Soul than Spirit, in one word: animism. In the mist, I am lost. And found again. Mist brings me serenity and detachment. Bliss… Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. Mary Oliver [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction