February 15th, 2021

With a tin staff I leisurely searched
For my abode outside the material world.
With the sound of a clear blue stream
In the background,
The scenery is crisp and clear.
Clouds envelop a secluded road
Where human traces are few.
The moon fettered in a lonely window;
Worldly dreams are sparse.

Uicih'on (1055-1101)