October 16th, 2020

Outside the door I made but don't close
I glimpse the movements of unfamiliar birds
A handful of jade is worth a whole mountain
But gold can't buy a lifetime of freedom
The sound of icy falls on a dawn-lit snowy ridge
The sight of distant peaks
Through leafless autumn woods
Mist lifts from ancient cedars
And days last forever
Right and wrong don't get past the clouds

Stonehouse (1272-1352)