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By James Gredell

Tall Pines Lost Clouds Dew Mist Bark Moss Dear Deer Beauty Everywhere Purple Clouds Heavenly Floating Drifting Clouds one by one Hermits afar Hermits so near time stops slowing down this so fast beautiful Spinning World. Deep Caves Tall Chanting Mountains Art of Quietism so near so dear entering embracing the way the road the path way of no roads just natural steps and natural breaths one by one hermits just following the art of wu wei and art of breath control so simple yet so hard to do so just be try not to take life so serious poets love tea and rice wine and herbs Beauty inside and outside.

resting quietly in this bamboo grove I can hear the early masters whispering in the leaves

Tall Pines

Zen flute

By Jia Senghe

five holes and a hollow bamboo stalk a well-fashioned mouthpiece and I’m ready to ride the clouds

Whisper in the groves

By Jia Senghe

the myriad things

By Brian Jay Yoder

Earth with hues of green and brown Life springs forth from you And you from life I am in you

Sky over all we know All is within you I am laid open across you

Lake with young summer herons I sense you as you sense me I fill up your depth

Clouds quickening to action Your glory is in ever changing forms I continue on in you

Rainfall filling my atmosphere I swim in your susurrous Descending together

Lightning white with heat Reciting a thunderous verse We travel across miles together

Night covering all but sound sending forth voluminous aches of thunder You echo within me, without me

The darkness is generous and fruitful Full of sacred secrets Patiently whispered Under this balm of calm

I am in you You flow in me A wave traversing in ups and downs Forwards and backward Never ending source Pregnant with the myriad things

the uncarved block

By Brian Jay Yoder

spread me across the blue into the black to a million points of light being becoming the uncarved block formless nameless mindless back to the start to be nothing becoming everything always constant ever changing