December 29^th, 2018

Friends in the mountains, meetings few;
On a bright morning we gather at the river hall.

Snow clears: jade needles on the pine trees;
Mist warms: green tendrils of healing herbs.

Silently we face a crane from Immortal Isle;
Leisurely we read books from ancient temples.

Cherish the one who knocks at the barrier—
Ultimate Truth in a profound mind.