Zen Poems

On Wudang Mountain

sitting still

on Wudang Mountain

contemplating pride,

the mist which embalms

 

counting the steps

up to old Wudang

the pandas eat only

special bamboo

 

because of this

their numbers dwindle

their eyes blacked

with sorrow

 

the sage sits

floating above the mist

and does not leave

Wudang Mountain.

 

he does not move

 

all the Jatulangkabat

now a faded glory

only time capsules,

swallowed for eternity

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