Sent to Jewel-Awake by Wang An-shih

Morning fire, sunlit window, a bowl of rice gruel: mirror
quiet of a pond no fish troubles, we face each other, then

leave sage temples and mountain forests far behind, our
farewell a ch’an sky, its clarity a place we dwell together.

translated by David Hinton

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