Thinking it’s moonrise I see in the West
And sunset I’m watching blaze in the East,
I hike on until dark, then linger out in the night
Sheltered away in deep expanses of shadow.

Immune to high importance: that’s renown.
Walk humbly, and it’s all promise in beauty.
In quiet mystery the way runs smooth,
Ascending remote heights beyond compare.

Utter tranquility, the distinction between
Yes this and no that lost, I embrace primal
Unity, thought and silences woven together,
That deep healing where we venture forth.

Hsieh Ling-yun (385-433)