At the water town of Wuzhen, we traversed narrow lanes, crossed ancient bridges and took a boat ride along canals fringed with weeping willows and flaming sienna-hued trees.
I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss
of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling
the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel
of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued
from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing
time, warms my tranquil heart.