Hongzhi

The true form is magnificently illuminated with gleaming fire.
The teaching’s voice is total silence amid the ringing wind chimes.
The moon hangs in the old pine tree, cold in the falling night.
The chilled crane in its nest in the clouds has not yet been aroused from its dreams.

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