Friday, November 16, 2012

The full moon appears

At night
Deep in the mountains,
I sit in meditation

The affairs of men Never reach here;
Everything is quiet and empty

All the incense Has been swallowed up
By the endless night.
My robe has become A garment of dew.

Unable to sleep I walk out into the woods-

Suddenly,
Above the highest peak,
The full moon appears.

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