Late at night, when others are at rest,
Sitting alone I look deep into my heart.
For the first time distractions cease,
And truth alone becomes manifest,
As dew appears at dawn.
Each time I am in this condition
I experience a free and responsive mind.
When truth has manifested itself in the past,
And I am once again aware of how difficult
It is to escape distractions,
In this condition
I experience mortification and shame.

- Hung Ying-ming

Sparkles

Hanging Lake and Sprouting Rock

Already snowing here

The Debate

and the Fall has peaked