July 03rd, 2021

This realm of cliffs was never carved,
This structure of clouds—admire the goods!
I climb and look and whistle out loud;
Magical echoes emerge from green mist!
Thick, thick the colors of pine and cypress:
The air here entices one to move!
Fine birds too are flocking down below,
Finding a natural enjoyment for themselves.
I also wish to find serene seclusion,
But I'm afraid the dust will pull me back!
The brilliant sun shining on my shirt and robe
On and on, I seek the crystal spring.

Kodojin (1865-1944)