שיר לשנה החדשה
1/1/2003
Another year about to end In my empty mountain abode; Rivers and clouds, Their trails indistinct; Pines and cedars, Their natures the same. I arise from my nap To find the taro roots done; As the incense fades out, I finish a scripture. Who knows that real pleasure Lies within stillness and silence?
1/1/2003