A Poem for Red PinePosted: January 26, 2014
A Poem for Red Pine
Bill Porter went West, took a new name
and came back from the East to spread the word.
A master of the shadow art,
he trails behind
recasting Chinese ideograms into new lines
for English minds.
He works from a second floor study in Port Townsend,
deciphering black strokes from faraway days with sharp eyes,
diamond mind – a time of flaming hearts:
writers of the Silent Word.
On the wall of his study, a Tibetan tanka.
A small painting of bamboo with a poem by Wang Wei.
Through a window, the Cascade Mountains.
Through another window, the ocean.
Through another window, the branch of a plum tree.
Pine trees and bamboo sway in the morning wind.
Light brightens a new day
as the pine tree’s shadow disappears,
leaving no trace.