the meditating mind is light as a reed

radim schreiber

 

Before the night

is even through, I rise and sit,

watching fireflies. The night air clear as

water, the meditating mind is light as a reed.

The moon outlines trees on the western ridge;

a bell arouses homes up above. There may

be those in the dark who know

just how fine is what

I have found.

 

Wen-siang

verses for the wakeful