|◎This Bunch of Mugwort |
Early in the morning Mother hangs a bunch of dewy mugwort
Above the door. Later on when she does some moxibustion,
She looks pious as if lighting joss sticks and candles in the temple.
No mistake she holds this flowing moxa aroma in immense respect.
A Maytime wind, in deep thought, is tottering on the road of the lunar calendar
Allowing the magpies to peck out some good news worthy of delivery.
Now a misty mass in deep meditation is encircling the top of the White Dagoba.
What an analogical scene!
--Soul and spirit on high.
Mother and mugwort, along with her shady arthritis symptoms.
--In a low position she is aching but still saying her prayers.
On account of this uncurable suffering from her legs,
Does Mother possibly burn out either patience or