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<pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 13:53:07 +0200</pubDate>
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<item><title>The Bronze of Emei</title>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;I saw the sun ride the clouds this morning over Emei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It rose from haze and darkness, past green trees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of softness, past temples, gleaming their gold display,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of radiant light above the lazy, hazy green mountain seas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, on top, was the temple. Bronze-born would soon be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The central profile of the peak. On such a golden sight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One focuses now the clearing haze. Beyond such beauty can eyes see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Far off ranges rise to mark a face turned toward the light?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or, having seen the beauty of the bronze, does it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Force us motionless in awesome vision before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We know the haze of clouds removes our visual limit,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And swing our eyes in time to see the face of beauty to restore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those far-off peaks? The sea of clouds?  The other views?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Views, that each of us has climbed to see and muse?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<item><title>On The Golden Summit of Emei Mountain</title>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;I still remember the first time on Emei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two hours or more by bus to the ridge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walk for thirty minutes, watching monkeys at play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Swiss cable car to the summit, like a bridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the summit, people walk down a wooden lane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Follow the crowd down then up to the tourist stalls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the stuff, Buddhist. Its starts to rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only for a minute then Sunee calls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She shops for her family in Thailand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Do you think Suwannah will like this?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t have a clue! Hey that’s a pretty fan.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“How much for the fan?” I asked the young miss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Don’t need a fan. Do you like these gold rings?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I like the green one and not the pink one. Buy it”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ok, I’ll get her the green one and other things .”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No more shopping, Let’s go to the summit.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The summit was a nice five-minute walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught a glimpse of a nine-headed figure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They don’t have one like this in Bangkok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like some kind of bronze architecture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walk around the corner and took a break&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buddhist music coming from another stall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunee checks out the music, big mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She buys the video CD, the price not small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of this shopping, before I bawl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up some stairs to the left and then the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow! The nine-headed golden buddha standing tall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then behind, the huge bronze temple, What a sight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looked at the map for the information about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta be something about this beautiful thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Largest completely bronze structure on the planet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew it! The guide says it is called Jinding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am taking pictures, lots and lots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An hour or two and it is time to go back down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walk along the edge, stopping at several spots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The clouds below us form then move all around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to go back to the Swiss cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What’s those things on the fence, hanging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Locks, names and dates inscribed . Bizaare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunee buys one. Now it is part of the offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take only pictures, leave only a lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a way to end this wonderful walk!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:42:18 +0200</pubDate>
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