April 09^th, 2016

Steep is the Mountain of Yun-men,
Rising straight upward,
Leaving the white clouds down below!
Its streams, dashing and eddying about,
Allow no fish to linger around.
The moment you step into my door,
I already know what kind of
Ideas you've brought with you.
What's the use of raising the dust
Long settled in an old track?