TRULY, I love this life of seclusion. Carrying my staff, I walk toward a friend’s cottage. The trees in his garden, soaked by the evening rain, Reflect the cool, clear autumnal sky. The owner’s dog comes to greet me; Chrysanthemums bloom along the fence. These people have the same spirit as the ancients; An earthen wall marks their separation from

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In the stillness of Plum Village , I could finally hear this music again after a long, long time.

In every breeze that caresses the leaves,

In the gentle rustling of the grass underfoot,

There is a symphony—

A song of the earth that never ceases.

Can you hear it?

The melody of the mountains, the rhythm of the rivers,

Each note a whisper of the world’s

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