June 08th, 2015
Ch’i chi (864-937)
Flower Summit precipitous, overlooking the sea,
Stone Bridge enveloped in rosy sunset—
Once from Kuo-ch’ing Temple
I climbed up to gaze at moon-bright tides.
Kindly birds drew close to my incense and lamp;
The wild stream jetted into empty air.
I wish I could go again,
Make the Wise One my teacher,
But my head is white and the road is very long.