I live alone beneath steep fluted
cliffs
where the swirling mists amass all
day.
In my shelter, dim and
unilluminated,
my mind is protected from noise and
discord.
In a dream, I pass through immortal
gates,
my spirit returning across that slight stone
bridge.
I leave behind my heavy quarrels—
clang and clash goes the storied cup
abandoned on a tree.
48-red
pine; 44-henricks; 42-watson; 138-tanahashi
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