A Short Walk to Enlightenment
 

A short walk from your house
the moon gate opens,

east and west settle
in the long sigh of night.

Within high walls, over
the zigzag bridge

you will find relief,
sanctuary,
             
               in the air
of silent fragrance.

Ripples of lonely memories
subside, clarity of reflection

circles the pond Pavilion.
In the scholars study

ten thousand volumes
of captured grace await,

hauled in by the Master
of Nets.
          
            On the bookshelf
a blue jar, and the joy

of a peacock silhouetted
in a Ming vase.