Daily Zen






Living here at the White Group Retreat,
I'll never return to the city's Green Gate.
Often I lean on a tree brushing the house
And study villages on the distant meadow,
Green oats mirrored in river water
And white birds soaring to the mountains.
Lonely Yuling, who turned down a great post,
Is merely pailing water for his garden.

- Wang Wei (699-759)



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