Thursday 16 May 2013


Walking along a little path,
I find a footprint on the moss, 
A white cloud low on the quiet lake, 
Grasses that sweeten an open door, 
A pine greener with the rain, 
A brook tumbling from a mountain source, 
And, mingling with Truth among flowers, 
I have forgotten what to say.

 - Liu Chang-ch'ing




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