TexasT's (texasts) wrote,

Daily Zen

I burned incense, swept the earth,
And waited for a poem to come
Then I laughed, and climbed the mountain,
Leaning on my staff.
How I'd love to be a master
Of the blue sky's art:
See how many sprigs of snow-white cloud
Has been brushed in so far today?

- Yuan Me (1716-1798)
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