Climbing to the Monastery of Perception

A bamboo path leads up from the lowland—
On lotus peaks emerges the Conjured City
From within a window all three Chu states;
Above the forests the nine level rivers
On soft grass monks sit cross-legged;
Tall pines echo their chanting sounds
Emptily dwelling beyond the Dharma cloud,
They contemplate the world, attaining non-rebirth.
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Wang Wei
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