Even the east wind cannot bear it any longer;

it turns into a secret light…


The Terrace of Yen

Li Shang-yin



Dawn   already sad

I cast my net into the sea

as if coral might cling and grow


What vision

what beauty

could I leave the world?


How lazy I have been!

doomed by my own nature

a cinched belt with no feeling



a secret light


It listens

as it listened to a praying child


solely for one who is sad

for a moment


an egg-shaped pearly moonstone

emanating its own light



in your hand


then it passes



and enters the western sea


so earth can renew herself

and the few will be


maybe simpler

maybe wise


The harms we have done

will be like scars on rhyolite


Moss will cling to what remains