The stillness of meditation
I see as far as Taihang Mountains night and day,
but vacillate and never go there.
You ask me why?
I am tangled in the net of the world
My love for the tainted world weakens daily
as the stillness of meditation eases my mind.
Someday soon I’ll go.
Why should I wait until the cloud of my age
collapses in twilight?
A horizon of apricot trees by the river,
with blossoms open in the night wind.
Colors swarm through the orchard
where trees are green waves on fire.
In one life how many times can the heart break?
An aged poet wonders without taking his eyes off the peach blossoms by the river.
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