Lu Yifei
Shitao
Chang Dai-Chien
"When the lotus opened, I didn't notice and went away empty-handed.
Only now and again do I suddenly sit up from my dreams to smell a strange fragrance. It comes on the south wind, a vague hint that makes me ache with longing, like the eager breath of summer wanting to be completed. I didn't know what was so near, or that it was mine.
This perfect sweetness blossoming in the depths of my heart."
The Lotus, Rabrindanath Tagore
trans. Deepak Chopra
Images from the China Online Museum
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