not entering the world

not following conditions;

in the emptiness of the pot of ages there is a family tradition

white duckweeds, breeze gentle  —  evening on an autumn river

an ancient embankment, the boat returns  —

a single stretch of haze

a poem by hongzi

my  reworking

distant from the world

in the emptiness of eternity

river weeds, evening breeze

mist along the river