October 05^th, 2020

Searching for Master Yong

So many cliffs,
Jade blue to scour the sky,
I've rambled, years uncounted,
Brushed aside the clouds,
And sought the Ancient Way,
Or leaned against a tree
And listened to streams flow.
Sun-warmed blossoms:
The blue ox sleeps.
Tall pines:
The white cranes resting.
Words came, with the river sunset.
Alone, I came down, through the cold mist.