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Dec 16
2009
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I too have smashed into ground bloody
Bit hard without mercy saving no face
Put in my place
With life's sharp twists and sliced edges
Peering from the ground at perfect cut hedges
I no longer pretend there won't be an end
And I do give a damn
But I'll go with a bam with no rhym just orange fire and funereal pyre.
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Matt Lawson
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Beautiful Hunter this is one of the best poems you have written. Truly lovely!!!  |
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The [morally] noble woman guards herself against three things. When she is young, her xue-qi has not yet stabilized, so she guards herself against sexual passion. When she reaches her prime, her xue-qi is not easily subdued, so she guards herself against combativeness. When she reaches old age, her xue-qi is already depleted, so she guards herself against acquisitiveness.
