Bamboo

BambooThe wind whistles in the bamboo and the bamboo dances.
When the wind stops the bamboo grows still.
A silver bird flies over the autumn lake.
When it has passed, the lake’s surface does not try
to hold onto the image of the bird.

~ Dhyana master Huong Hai (1627-1715)
translated by Thich Nhat Hanh

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