Sam Hamill: “Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain” by Li Po
The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. — From Crossing the Yellow … Continue reading
February 19, 2016 · 4 Comments
Late Night (after Li Po)
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
The moon smiles upon my bed. I consider frost and ice, and raising my head, the bright sky. Lying back, I think of…
October 25, 2014 · 1 Comment
