Why I Need the Birds
Poet: Lisel Mueller
When I hear them call
in the morning, before
I am quite awake,
my bed is already traveling
the daily rainbow,
the arc toward evening;
[43] The truth is not set forth (from The Shodoka)
Poet: Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia / Yoka Genkaku
The truth is not set forth;
The false is basically vacant.
Put both existence and non-existence aside,
Then even non-vacancy is vacant,
The twenty kinds of vacancy have no basis,
My Cottage at Deep South Mountain
Poet: Wang Wei
In my middle years I love the Dao
and by Deep South Mountain I make my home.
When happy I go alone into the mountains.
Only I understand this joy.