August 29^th, 2025

I’m happy with the everyday way
Like the mist and vines in these rockstrewn ravines
This wilderness is so free and vast
My old friends, the white clouds, drift idly off

There is a road, but it doesn’t reach the world
Mindless, who can be disturbed by thoughts
At night I sit alone on a stone bed
While the round moon climbs the face of Cold Mountain