A downpour washed the sky. It's getting late.
The bottom of the valley is covered in fog;
But on the bright hills shines off the foliage,
And the firmament mixed with the wet forest
Pale light of palpitations. Friends
The time is ripe: come, by the sleeping wood,
In the fields, over the wet meadow,
See Venus rises in the clear horizon!
Émile Blémont, taken from China's Poems (1887)
Far be it from me to compete with Emile poetry, if I make you read these few lines is to introduce my evening star, the evening at this time, just after our sun does appear either lying Venus due west shining brightly ... for lovers of stars you will find Jupiter a little higher on the left.
Alexandre Jollien is equally brilliant, though he really shines unlike Venus, which only reflects the sunlight ...
May you feel His writing deep within you, and you never say "okay? As before ...
There is no one who is born under an unlucky star, there are only people who do not read the sky.
Tenzin Gyatso
