Sunday, March 29, 2009

Mirror Pond on Mount Taibo in Shanxi

The water and my mind have both settled down
Into perfect stillness.
Sun and moon shine bright in it.
At night I see in the surface
The enormous face of my old familiar moon.
I don't think you've ever met the source of this reflection.
All shrillness fades into the sound of silence.
But now and then a puff of mist floats across the mirror.
It confuses me a little
But not enough to make me forget to forget my cares.

Hsu Yun

(1839 - 1959)

1 comment:

ry1 said...

The moon is for everyone at the same time.

Also, the wages of wagging are a loss of fidelity (i mean the title of this blog)