Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are still two cups at my table.
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.
~ Wu-men ~
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Cloud Hidden, Whereabouts Unknown
Searching for the Hermit
I asked the boy beneath the pines. He said, "The master's gone alone herb picking, somewhere on the mount, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown."
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