Saturday, March 04, 2006

After late spring rain the falling petals swirl
Weightlessly celestial scent covers my patched robe
A simple vacant mind has no place to go
Resting on the peak I watch the clouds return

- Han Shan Te'-Ch'ing, 1600 Translated by Red Pine


Blogger Michael Tait said...

One day perhaps we will sit and sew the kesa together with incense burning.

Old baldies with no place to go.

7:20 AM  

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