July 23rd, 2021

Climbing a Mountain

The Eastern Peak is towering high;
Summit of beauty, it soars to the blue heavens.
Among its crags is an empty dwelling place,
Peaceful and lonely, fill with the Mystery.
Not made by workmen nor by artisans,
Its cloudy beams are Nature's work.
My search for a spot with this strange atmosphere
Has sent me wandering around time and again.
Now that I'm free I'll make my home right here,
Where I an live out my heaven appointed span.

Hsieh Tao-yun (399)