Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Your Daily Zen Practice

Here is, Down Zhong Nan Mountain, from 300 Tang Poems, by Sun Zhu. Down the blue mountain in the evening, Moonlight was my homeward escort. I saw my path Lie in levels of deep shadow when looking back. I was passing the farmhouse of a friend When his children called from a gate of thorn, And led me twining through jade bamboos,Where green vines caught and held my clothes. And I was glad of a chance to rest, And glad of a chance to drink with my friend. We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines. And we finished our songs as the stars went down, When, I being drunk and my friend, more than happy, Between us, we forgot the world.