October 09th, 2018
Wen Tong (1019-1079)
A single path gets through;
Dismounting, I turn into deep woods.
This realm lies beyond the dusty world.
Here, at the misty embankment.
Tall bamboo drip coldly with rain;
Serenely set chanting by the wind.
Sunset, and to trees outside the courtyard
Homing crows return from distant void.