Wednesday 25 June 2014

Daily Zen

A rainhat of young bamboo skins,
A coat of lotus leaves,
Nothing busying his mind,
He keeps to the fishing jetty.
I suppose that single boat of his
Has no fixed resting place;
Where will he go this evening,
His fishing pole in hand?

- Goa Shi (716-765)

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