Poem: Liu Changing

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WHILE VISITING ON THE SOUTH STREAM THE TAOIST PRIEST CHANG


Walking along a little path,
I find a footprint on the moss,
A while cloud low on the quiet lake,
Grasses that sweeten an idle door,
A pine grown greener with the rain,
A brook that comes from a mountain source --
And, mingling with Truth among the flowers,
I have forgotten what to say.

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