June 21^st, 2026

Steep is the mountain of Yun-men,
Rising straight upward,
Leaving white clouds down below!
Its streams, dashing and eddying about,
Allow no fish to linger around.
The moment you step into my door,
I already know what kind of ideas
You’ve brought with you.
What’s the use of raising again
The dust long settled in an old track?

Yun-men