b e a r t h e a t e r. . .

 

b e a r   t h e a t e r. . .

and a poem~

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest,

and I smile, and am silent,

and even my soul remains quiet:

it lives in the other world

which no one owns.

The peach trees blossom,

The water flows.

Li Bai (701-762)

2015