It is not raining
between the highest mountains --
here the source rustles.
Hier regent het niet
Hier regnet es nicht,
tussen de hoogste bergen --
zwischen den höchsten Bergen --
ruist altijd een bron.
rauscht die Urquelle.
Poem H2807
Amsterdam, 2020-10-11
At night I thought it was raining (Wanli Yang)
After an overnight stay at Lingjiu dhyana monastery
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SoulSenseSun
Keyword
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Earth: mother
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Yang, Wanli
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