Ancient city below me "When he is told Patterned color on plain silk, If I give you Jade Buddha below me, If you have not been driven Awakening in me—laboring, longing. I cannot approach you
Bejing Sunrise
blurred in lavender-yellow haze
this October morning,
soon every congested sidewalk
uncharted hutong
will be touched by the wind.
one thing
he understands ten,"
said K’ung.
eyes glancing downward,
old city to which I awaken.
one corner of a square,
what will you give me?
If I tell you
I have used one chopstick,
what will you say?
Arhat, Bodhisattva.
to distraction, trying to fit
ideas into words,
how can I teach you—
to find joy there
is better?
Plain silk must come first,
then the color.
however I long to
find joy there
is better.
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