Walk In Dry Places

Wednesday, 8 October 2025

Daily Zen - 8th October 2025



Rainy days in the empty forest.
Smoke rises late as I steam greens
And boil millet to take to the paddies.
Above the foggy waterfields
Fly white egrets
And an oriole sings in
Dense shade of summer trees.
In the mountain I practice silence,
Contemplating morning hibiscus.
I pick hollyhock beneath a pine,
A vegetarian now,
No longer looking for position,
An old man living in the wilds;
Why should seagulls still be wary of me?


- Wang Wei (699-759)  

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