The more I trust to God, the more I am surprised…. There’s a deep mystery teeming in all around us indeed… Just a few precious books of Chinese and Japanese poetry on the shelves. I love Wang Wei, Basho, Issa, Li Bai, Du Fu, Kanze Motokiyo, Buson - they all have been for a long time as a rainbow apple of my eye. Though my yo zakura… mostly sinks in endurance, there’s a shimmering light within wet branches…
And Wang Wei, playing musical instruments before moon!
"Sitting alone, in the hush of the bamboo;
I thrum my zither, and whistle lingering notes.
In the secrecy of the wood, no one can hear;
Only the clear moon, comes to shine on me."
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