One strike, all knowledge is forgotten; No artificial cultivation is necessary after all. Every moment I uphold the ancient Way, Never retreating into silent stagnation. Nowhere shall I leave any trace; Virtue is beyond sound and form. ¶ Miao Tsan ¶
Emptiness
Posted on Oct 29, 2011 | Comments (2)
Comments (2)
Frank:
Nov 03, 2011 at 03:16 PM
what a nice poem =)
naishin:
Nov 09, 2011 at 02:38 PM
Indeed. Thanks for coming by :)
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