Li Po: Drunken Tongues

Drunken tongues untie brainy knots. With a loosened grip the mind is free to wonder about. Traditional paths of thought are devoid of reason. Present are keyed doors unlocked. Ready they are to be opened – to rooms with panes that have yet to be broken. What one may encounter depends on the time of day and the season. Li Po’s roommate is most often the moon, and sometimes his shadow. With a glow of melancholy and a twinkling of humor, his drinking induces a whimsical prose that I am led to dreamily follow.

Like Li Po I too have been the lonely one. “No close friends here…” but a bottle of wine there, not much in it – leave none to spare! (Lawall, 1383) Oh, the warm glow one gets before sweet intoxication; that is where I long to be! I too, “sing” and “dance” and feel my spirit expand past the boundaries of my skin. Yearning to escape and “… travel beyond human feelings” (Ibid). The darkest night brings no fear, “… unaware of darkness growing” I am empowered to take steps further into the forest where I too have “… step[ped] on the moon in the creek” (Ibid).

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