February 07^th, 2016

The grass-covered path
Is secluded and still;
A closed door faces
The Chungnan Mountains.
In the evening, the air’s chilly,
But the light rain stops;
At dawn, far off,
A few cicadas start.
Leaves fall
Where no green earth remains;
A person at her ease,
Wears a plain, white robe.
With simplicity and plainness
Her original nature still,
What need to practice
“calming of the heart?”