ruminations

Written on a Quiet Retreat

At a private gate,
a light snow falls,
here the quietist's "scheme"
is perfectly achieved.

Meditation proceeds
through the day;
only lone peaks
compare in purity

I'm at ease
in this insignificant dream;
fir and bamboo
stir in the cold

There's only one old man
on West Peak.
And when we meet.
his eyes shine clear.

~ Kuan-Hsui