While Mr. Tao slept among the Petals of the Emperor

1. While sitting in the tea house listening to the rain, Mr. Tao would often simplify his sleep. He’d pour a glass of wine and study all the words he’d found inscribed in the wet garden sand. Surely messages from the Bean-flower Emperor! Or characters lost—lost in an empty visibility. Just suppose this world hasContinue reading “While Mr. Tao slept among the Petals of the Emperor”