DHARMA SPRING

Free of Dust, Without a Care

Andrew Palmer

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  Today I sat before the cliffs
  I sat until the mist drew off
  a single crystal stream
  a towering ridge of jade
  a cloud's dawn shadow not yet moving
  the moon's night light still adrift
  a body free of dust
  a mind without a care

-from The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain (Hanshan)
Red Pine (trans)

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