Long night, no inclination
to sleep,
empty hall, opening and
shutting doors:
deliberately I move out of
the glow of the lamp,
wait where I'll catch the
moonlight when it comes.
Falling leaves suspended,
snagged in a bird's nest,
streams of fireflies
circling round me—
at dawn I dust off the
sutra stand,
sandalwood ash from one
stick of incense.
---Ch'i-chi---
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