Ever since your
residence here'
our visits together
have been few.
With the long rains,
the vegetable garden goes untended;
distant mountains shine
in autumn pools.
Withered leaves fall
on your inkstone,
broken clouds
float above your pillow.
A rude guest,
and a future Ch'an Master;
it's not fair
that I cling to our meetings.
---Chia Tao---
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