Today I sit before a cliff
and sit some time until the mist is
clearing—
a single stream of crystal clarity;
high ridgeline of emerald summits;
shadows of the morning clouds so
still;
pale moon rising toward its brightness.
This frame is free from dust and
stain.
What darkness could ever dim the heart?
278-red
pine; 92-watson; 128-tanahashi; 281-henricks
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