Mountains connect heaven and earth, they are majestic and spiritual and have energy which flows to the rivers and oceans below and to the sky above. In ancient China, mountains together with water embodied the spiritual energy of Ch'i that perfect unity of spirit. Forested hills and valleys, snowy peaks and cloud banks are all part of this artist's dance along the "Way".
Acrylic on Canvas - 36" x 48"
(sold)
Zhongnan Mountain
Crest supreme
close to the Celestial City
From mountain to mountain
extending to the sea.
When contemplated, the white clouds
add up to no more than one;
When pierced, the green rays
suddenly fade out.
Crowned with heavenly bodies,
the central peak turns;
Encompassing yin and yang,
the valleys roll.
Go down and find
shelter for the night:
Above the stream there,
let's have a chat with the woodcutter.
Wang Wei
Acrylic on Canvas 36" x 48"
There is nothing that is not included:
This is an eternal truth.
The very small and the very large are equal,
boundaries and limits do not exist.
Absolute reality is beyond time and space,
being and non-being both exist;
for whether you see it or not
is of no consequence.
Sosan's "Hsin Hsin Ming"
Acrylic on canvas - 36" x 48"
Reverence-Pavilion Mountain, Sitting Alone
Birds have vanished into deep skies.
A last cloud drifts away, all idleness.
Inexhaustable, this mountain and I
gaze at each other, it alone remaining.
Li Bai
Acrylic on canvas - 48" x 60"
(sold)
On Copper Mandarin Mountain
Copper Mandarin,
high place of my joy.
A thousand years I would stay
without a shadow of regret.
I dance at my whim:
my floating sleeve
Brushes with one sweep
all the pines on the mountaintops!
Li Bai
Acrylic on canvas - 48" x 60"
Wandering Up Ample-Guaze Creek on a Spring Day
At the canyon's mouth, I'm singing. Soon
the path ends. People don't go any higher.
I scramble up cliffs into impossible valleys,
and follow the creek back toward its source.
Up where newborn clouds rise over open rock,
a guest comes into wildflower confusions,
I'm still lingering on, my climb unfinished,
as the sun sinks away, west of peaks galore.
Li Bai
Acrylic on Canvas 48" x 60"
Gazing at the Sacred Peak
What's this ancestor Exalt Mountain like?
An unending forest of north and south,
ethereal beauty Change-Maker distills
where yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
It breathes out banks of cloud. Birds clear
my eyes vanishing home. One day soon,
at the top, those other peaks will be small
enough to hold, all in a single glance.
Tu Fu
Acrylic on Canvas 48"x48"
(sold)
My Refuge at the Foot of Zhongnan Mountain
In the midst of age,
in love with the Way,
Below Zhongnan
I have made my dwelling.
When the desire takes me,
I go there alone:
Alone, too, in enjoying
ineffable views ....
Walk to the place
where the spring peters out
And wait, seated,
for the clouds to come up.
Sometimes, wandering,
I run into a hermit.
We laugh, we talk,
without a care about
getting back.
Wang Wei
Acrylic on Canvas 48" x 60"
Return to oneness and discover its essence.
Being dazzled by appearance
you miss the truth.
Go beyond both appearance and emptiness
and find the unmoving centre.
Sosan's "Hsin Hsin Ming"
Acrylic on Canvas 48" x 36"
The Great Way is empty --
like a vast sky
Silence the busy mind
and know this perfection
Sosan's "Hsin Hsin Ming"
acrylic on canvas 36” x 48”
Returning to your true nature,
Spontaneity and essence are found.
This is the space that always exists
and that holds within.
Hsin Hsin Ming (The Book of Nothing) by Seng T’san
acrylic on canvas 36” x 48”
Sunlight shines on Lushan, in a purple haze,
From afar, like a veil, a waterfall hangs.
Water cascading three thousand feet from the sky,
Is the Celestial River falling from heaven on high?
Gazing at Mount Lu's Waterfall, by Li Bai
acrylic on canvas 24” x 36”
How shall I describe Taishan? Everywhere Shangdong is green and flourishing.
In it the Creator has concentrated all that is bountiful and beautiful. Its northern and southern slopes divide the dawn from the dark.
Where layered clouds begin, the climber’s chest heaves, and birds flying home appear suddenly before his straining eyes.
One day I shall reach its highest peak and at a single glance see all the other mountains grown tiny beneath me.
View of Taishan by Du Fu
Acrylic on Canvas 48" x 48"
In the Stag's Garden
Empty mountain
not a soul to be seen.
Only echoes of voices
sounding in the distance.
Ray of the setting sun
in the deep woods:
On the moss
a final burst of light: green.
Wang Wei