Eyes closed, we listen to inner music,
lost in thought and question:

Our spirits ride

to the eight corners of the universe,

mind soaring a thousand miles away

only then may the inner voice

grow clear

as objects become numinous.

We pour forth

the essence of words,

savoring their sweetness.

It is like being adrift

in a heavenly lake

or diving to the depths of seas.

We bring up living words

like fishes hooked in their gills

leaping from the deep.

Luminous words are brought down

like birds on an arrow string

shot from passing clouds.

We gather words and images

from those unused

by previous generations.

Our melodies

have remained unplayed

for a thousand years.

The morning blossoms bloom;

soon, night buds will unfold.

Past and present commingle:


in the single blink of an eye!

Lu Chi
Translated by Sam Hamill.


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