Annet’s Reviews > The Clouds Should Know Me By Now: Buddhist Poet Monks of China > Status Update
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Morning Travel
Rising early
to begin the journey
not a sound
from the chickens next door
Beneath the lamp,
I part from the innkeeper;
on the road, my skinny horse
moves through the dark.
Slipping on stones
newly frosted,
threading through woods,
we scare up birds roosting
After a bell tolls
far in the mountains,
the colors of daybreak
gradually clear.
— Jan 18, 2020 03:38AM
Rising early
to begin the journey
not a sound
from the chickens next door
Beneath the lamp,
I part from the innkeeper;
on the road, my skinny horse
moves through the dark.
Slipping on stones
newly frosted,
threading through woods,
we scare up birds roosting
After a bell tolls
far in the mountains,
the colors of daybreak
gradually clear.
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I follow my impulsive feet wherever they might go
My body is a pine tree surrounded by the snow
Sometimes I simply stand beside a flowing stream
Sometimes I chase a drifting cloud past another peak
— Feb 29, 2020 03:33AM
My body is a pine tree surrounded by the snow
Sometimes I simply stand beside a flowing stream
Sometimes I chase a drifting cloud past another peak
Annet
is on page 123 of 224
What does the spring wind have in mind,
coming day and night to these groves and gardens?
It never asks who owns the peach and damson trees
but blows away their crimson without a word.
— Feb 22, 2020 01:18AM
coming day and night to these groves and gardens?
It never asks who owns the peach and damson trees
but blows away their crimson without a word.
Annet
is on page 100 of 224
Don't ask why I shut my gate-
from times past, few comings and goings.
The Way should rest in simplicity,
the body's best suited to vacant idleness.
On four sides green moss surrounds me,
my lone window dotted with rain spatters.
And where do dream-wanderings take me?
To where autumn is coloring the riverside hills...
— Feb 16, 2020 02:21AM
from times past, few comings and goings.
The Way should rest in simplicity,
the body's best suited to vacant idleness.
On four sides green moss surrounds me,
my lone window dotted with rain spatters.
And where do dream-wanderings take me?
To where autumn is coloring the riverside hills...
Annet
is on page 76 of 224
And where do dream-wanderings take me?
To where autumn is coloring the riverside hills...
— Feb 08, 2020 03:17AM
To where autumn is coloring the riverside hills...
Annet
is on page 53 of 224
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We walk on frosted ground
praising chrysanthemums bordering fields
sit on the east edge of the woods,
waiting for the moon to rise.
Not having to be alone
is happiness;
we do not talk
of failure or success.
— Feb 01, 2020 01:59AM
We walk on frosted ground
praising chrysanthemums bordering fields
sit on the east edge of the woods,
waiting for the moon to rise.
Not having to be alone
is happiness;
we do not talk
of failure or success.
