Tired of my writing brush, I gazed out the window:
bamboo and pine were perfectly still.
At moonrise, a slight breeze came up,
like on those long-ago nights in the hills.
As though dreaming, I returned to the Hsien-yu Temple
near my home in the southern mountains.
When that palace water clock awakened me,
I thought it was the laughter of mountain streams.
translated by Sam Hamill
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Considering all the darkness of the situation one would hope that you have access to the laughter of mountain streams
There’s laughter eveywhere if one has the ears to hear it.
Yes. But how many have their ears blocked?
We can only really start with our own pair of ears and hope others will follow our example.