Flowing and Stillness


To listen to the songs of birds, I skippend the evening meditation,
enjoyed a patch of grass by the edge of an ancient mountain stream.

Spring water cries out in a rocky valley;
pine trees echo when wind is coming.

I drank a cup of tea and watched the flowing and stillness.
Quietly and naturally I seemed to forget the return of time.

Ven. Cho-ui (1786-1866)

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