Miscellaneous Poems Written in the Snow
Thousands of mountains, tens of thousands of mountains,
not a trace to be seen.
The sky above, the earth below: one enormous cloud.
The recluse cannot distinguish the morning from the evening.
He wonders if this is the Unity, before the split
of Yin and Yang.
not a trace to be seen.
The sky above, the earth below: one enormous cloud.
The recluse cannot distinguish the morning from the evening.
He wonders if this is the Unity, before the split
of Yin and Yang.
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