January 23rd, 2018

Having slept in the mountains forever
the clouds are the mountains' friends
the deeper the mountains
the better the clouds
playing all day until sunset
the moon rises from the peaks
beyond my study
a spring washes the rocks below the steps
it's here that my mind becomes clear
the truth doesn't come from somewhere else
flying squirrels chatter in the cassia trees in fall
the wind dies and everything is silent
I keep thinking about Hung Yai's skill
I would visit him if he weren't across the sea
what's taking my cloud carriage so long
leaning on my armrest I can only sigh.
- Li Pai (701-762)