From Analects on a Chinese Screen: The Hermitage of Awareness: 6
With what cold original voice comes an aboriginal silence in the giant bamboo.
looking anxiously for something that, while it is expected, and seems to be present, has
I turn east to feel the rain,
The path leads to a scenic view behind the temple.
Coals raked over space.
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