Art Piece From Orient Poem by Jone Guo

Clouds of colors
Like curls tied up with golden cords
The sky inlaid into the realm
Sapphire in a dream

One thousand li
Running around the vase's body
But some distance between the two hands

A figure of such perfect craft
Is it for retaining water
Or holding flowers
Or just a quest for some dark emptiness
Of secret

The shimmering brass
Wearing enamel silk
The shoulders now cool to the touch
Once came from the burning flames
Of Phoenix Nirvana

So deeply integrated:
Turning it a bit
It will be another view
Turning it more
A bamboo flute starts to play...