Leaving It To You
Self evident, truth mistakes no thing.
But my heart's a long way from there
and nothing's very clear.
Yellow gold is almost burned up
by my desire.
While hair grows besides the fire.
Bitter indecision: chose This, of maybe That.
Even the spirit speaks in riddles
and makes it hard to harvest
the essence of a single day.
Catch the wind while you tether shadows.
Faith, or a man who'll stand by his word, is
all there is. There is no disputing.
-Kuan Hsiu, as translated by J. P. Seaton (from here)
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