Treasures – Three Dings of Song (Western Zhou)
We are three. The moon comes from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water down in the center. The circle of surface flames. / One of us kneels to kiss the threshold. / One drinks, with wine flames playing over his face. / One watches the gathering, and says to any cold onlookers, / ‘This dance is the joy of existence’.
– “We Three”, Rumi (1207-1273)









