"One Painting, One Heaven ” - A Poem

Author: Joey Zhou

Music: Link for Music

The utmost is the tip of the wolf fur brush

Infiltrating the inkstone

Is cloud and smoke,

The utmost is that Hui ink freedom

Tumbling back and forth

It is the spring of heart.

Spread out, spread out again, the raw rice paper overlaps with the cooked paper

Like,

Mottled blue sky with white clouds;

Rouge suddenly touches peony,

The pine smoke is stained with white clouds,

The soul flies away.

Andante, Andante without song,

Wordless waiting to miss.

The most singular thing is not the painter's brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Yes,

In an instant

Pausing on the white cloud of rice paper shivering with ecstasy.

Watch over a lifetime

One painting, one heaven...!

The utmost is the end touch on inkstone

Let the gentleness slowly finish dyeing,

Rouge nestled in pine smoke,

The Four Treasures of Incense Study,

Delightful.

Sleep well screen window,

Why did you get a cup of turbid wine to treat the rest of the joy

Melt into the drunken words of a lifetime.

Soul flies away

Andante, Andante without song,

Wordless waiting to miss.

The most singular thing is not the painter’s brush,ink, paper and inkstone.

Yes,

In an instant

Pause on the white clouds of rice paper

Trembling with ecstasy.

Watch over a lifetime,

One painting, one heaven...!