August 18^th, 2025

Happy in the morning
I open my cottage door;
A clear breeze blowing
Comes straight in.

The first sun
Lights the leafy trees;
The shadows it casts
Are crystal clear.

Serene,
In accord with my heart,
Everything merges
In one harmony.

Gain and loss
Are not my concern;
This way is enough
To the end of my days.

Wen-siang (1210-1280)