by Po Chu-i

English version by James M. Cryer
Original Language Chinese

my lute set aside
          on the little table
lazily I meditate
          on cherishing feelings
the reason I don't bother
          to strum and pluck?
there's a breeze over the strings
          and it plays itself

-- from A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton / Edited by Dennis Maloney

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The Poetry of Zen: (Shambhala Library) A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry The Poetry of Impermanence, Mindfulness, and Joy