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    Red Peonies in a Jar
    Afraid that the autumn wind
    might be jealous of the peonies,
    I cut a branch and put it
    in a porcelain vase.
    The heavy curtains are drawn,
    the doors are closed—
    why do the petals keep falling off?

    Yang Wanli

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    Written on Master Hengzhao’s Wall

    A Zen path
    The autumn moss grows over;
    Icy windows bear streaks
    Of rain.

    The true mind
    mysteriously integrates Itself,
    but who appreciates
    Good poems? Dew chills;
    Cricket noises muffle.
    A light wind fans
    Shadows of foliage.

    As if intent,
    All day in the window
    White clouds.

    Jianzhang

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    Those who see worldly life as an obstacle to Dharma
    see no Dharma in everyday actions.
    They have not yet discovered that
    there are no everyday actions outside of Dharma.

    ~ Dogen

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    In Response to a Request to “Explain the Secret
    Teaching”

    If I explained aloud, then it wouldn’t be a true explanation,
    And if I transmitted it on paper, then where would be the secret?
    At a western window on a rainy autumn night,
    White hair in the guttering lamplight, asleep facing the bed ...

    Guido Shushin


    Sweeping leaves

    Lacking cash to buy firewood,
    I sweep up leaves from the road in front,
    Each one as valuable as gold;
    Piled up like gorgeous red brocades,
    I covet them greedily for warming my knees
    And to bring some comfort to my cold heart:
    I’ll take them back to burn in the hearth while I sit in meditation,
    And return to listening to the rain dripping on the steps.

    Ryushu Shutaki
    Last edited by philg; 23 Nov 22 at 23:48.

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    An Autumn Evening in the Hills

    Through empty hills new washed by rain
    As dusk descends the autumn comes;
    Bright moonlight falls through pines,
    Clear springs flow over stones;
    The bamboos rustle as girls return from washing,
    Lotus flowers stir as a fishing boat casts off;
    Faded the fragrance of spring,
    Yet, friend, there is enough to keep you here.

    Wang Wei

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