Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Daily Zen



In the mountains,
A monk’s robe hangs
In the meditation hall.
Outside the window,
No one’s to be seen,
Only birds skimming over the creek.
As I descend,
Dusk meets me halfway
Down the mountain road.
Still hearing the creek fall,
I hesitate, reluctant
To leave these blue heights.

– Meng Hao-jan (689-740)
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