April 30th, 2017

The gorge is long rocks,
and rocks and rocks,
jut up,
The torrent's wide,
reeds almost hid the other side.
The moss is slippery
even without rain.
The pines sing:
the wind is real enough.
Who's ready to leap free
of the worlds' traces:
come sit with me among white clouds?

Han shan (8th c)