Zhuangzi Laughs at it all

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The hills roll and roll
Ridge fades to blue ridge
Not even stopping at the sea.

A Chinese watercolour
Vertiginous the tree-clad rockface
Painting Cold Mountain.

Li Bo toasts Du Fu
Alone under moonlight
Sharing the poetry of friendship.

Life is hard for us
But for all this splendour
Your words make memory kind.

A mountain monk
Passing through long grasses
It suddenly confronts him.

The bamboo garden
A grove of seven sages
Weaving words anew.

A river runs free
Fleet from mountain
Flows across plains to sea.

The inward magic of creation
Turns this eternal moment
And now we will never lose you.

Forgetting what’s proper
Doing what’s right
Ruan Ji cries in his cups.

Above them all the sky
Wide horizon beyond breaking
Zhuangzi laughs at all beneath heaven.

The Hermitage, Chapel Peak.

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About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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