When the moon rises in the Heart of Heaven
And a light breeze touches the mirror-like face of the lake,
That is indeed a moment of pure joy.
But few are they who are aware of it.
(Quoted from “Creativity and Taoism” by Chang Chung-yuan.)
When the moon rises in the Heart of Heaven
And a light breeze touches the mirror-like face of the lake,
That is indeed a moment of pure joy.
But few are they who are aware of it.
(Quoted from “Creativity and Taoism” by Chang Chung-yuan.)