June 24th, 2021

Lately, I love but quietness:
Things of the world are no more my concern.
Looking back, I've known no better plan
Than this: returning to the grove.
Pine breezes: loosen my robe.
Mountain moon beams: play my lute.
What, you ask, is Final Truth?
The fisherman's song, strikes deep into the bank.

Wang wei (701-761)