July
Hard rain, our gathered firewood scant;
Lamp frozen, glimmers not at night.
In the cave, wind blows stones and mud.
Moss engravings weatherstrip rickety door.
Brooks in torrent untiring;
People’s words more and more rare.
Where schemes calm heart?
Sitting in the lotus,
Wrapped in robes of Zen.
~ Hsu Yun
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