December 18th, 2018

Autumn Path

Fir, bamboo, and pure shadow merge;
I move unnoticed where my thoughts incline.
Chill springs up before the rain.
Silence ends; a monk suddenly returns.
Bug tracks bore into obscure holes;
Moss roots join broken ridgepoles.
My reflections turn to a hidden place, deep,
Then down from the top of the peak,
Step by step.
- Pao T’an