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Jan 15, 2005 8:42 pm
Faintly upon the breeze
Come the scents of cassia and pine.
The moon's cold radiance
Bathes the temple hall.
Lapped in stillness,
The hermit sits
And flies beyond the world.
To him, all sounds are silence
And there is nothing else at all --
Just all-pervading coolness.
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Jan 27, 2005 8:45 am
RE: Meditation by Li F'eng
Outstanding!