January 19th, 2016

Happening into realms peach-blossom pure,
I begin to feel the depths of a bamboo path,
And soon come to know a master’s timeless dwelling.
It’s far beyond things people seek.
Cranes dancing over steps all stone idleness,
Gibbons in flight howling amid thick forests,
I slowly fathom dark-enigma’s inner pattern,
And sitting at such depths, forget mind itself.

Meng Hao-jan (689-740)