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winter sun on my back (Po Chu-i)

A winter sun rises huge and bright,lights the south corner of my house.

Eyes closed, I sit warming my back, ch'i stirring through ever muscle,

serene. Soon it's like sipping wine, like the refreshment of hibernation.

Body genial, its hundred bones clear, spirit serene, no thoughts anywhere,

I've forgotten where I am, boundless mind all emptiness rendered whole.

Po Chu-i, The Selected Poems of Po Chu-i (Translated by David Hinton)

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turning