Dogen

The wind is still in the great thousands of worlds.
Birds sing and mountain peaks are profoundly quiet.
The roads in all four directions brighten with dawn.
The six doorways are chill with autumn.
Sharing the seat on the ground beyond doubt,
A reflection of a bow floats in the wine cup.

(from the Extensive Record)

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