The moon bright on the watchet ocean, the pearls shed tears;
The sunlight warm over Lantian, its jade gives rise to mist.
This feeling could be grasped and transformed into memory—
Yet even at the time it was already disconcertingly
unsure.
Li Shangyin's great poem Jinse 錦瑟:
The emblazoned zither, inexplicably, has fifty
strings;
With each string and each fret I recall the splendid years.
Master Zhuang dreamt at dawn he was a butterfly astray;
King Wang’s springlike passion was imbued in the cuckoo.
I have memorised the heart sutra, a short buddhist text of 260 chinese characters.
I once had a dream where I was (essentially) being pursued by someone. I was in great fear, and so I chanted the entire Heart Sutra in the dream.
"Dialogues in the Dark: Interpreting “Heavenly Questions” across Two Millennia," by Nicholas Morrow Williams, was recently published by @HarvardAsia, as part of the HYI Monograph Series: https://t.co/le9tJVwjuv