One strike, all knowledge is forgotten; No artificial cultivation is necessary after all. Every moment I uphold the ancient Way, Never retreating into silent stagnation. Nowhere shall I leave any trace; Virtue is beyond sound and form. ¶ Miao Tsan ¶  

Comments (2)

  1. Frank:
    Nov 03, 2011 at 03:16 PM

    what a nice poem =)

  2. naishin:
    Nov 09, 2011 at 02:38 PM

    Indeed. Thanks for coming by :)

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