March 27th, 2017

Divination showed my place
Among these bunched cliffs
Where faint trails cut off
The traces of men and women
What’s beyond the yard
White clouds embracing hidden rocks
Living here still
After how many years
Over and over
I’ve seen spring and winter change
Get the word to families
With bells and cauldrons
Empty fame has no value

Han Shan (c. 730)