Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain by Li Po
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
Kindly return books to their proper place,
and please do not disturb your fellow patrons.
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
Labels: Po.Li, Poetry, Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain