March 28th, 2018

A Chung-nan Mountain Monk

The voice of success and profit
May stir the vault of heaven,
But not this place.
In the rounds of the day,
You wear threadbare clothing
And eat simple fare.

When the mountain snow deepens,
Your thoughts
Are far from those of others.
Immortals pass your door
And knock.

Kuan-hsiu (832-912)