The Mysteries
of Chinese Medicine
Don't waste your precious gelatin here,
The heavens' will is far from
clear.
To unclog the channels of your
frame,
You must climb peaks of mountains
named.
The first emperor's narrow waist,
And celestial beings' light gait,
Three millennia have passed by,
Who knows now where the truth may
lie?
So why bother with peace to strive,
When mysteries of life survive? |