October 28th, 2023

For my home I delight in the hidden and concealed;
The place where I live is cut off
From noise and dust.
The grasses I trample become my three paths;
The clouds I behold, make up my
Neighbors on four sides all around.
In helping me sing, for music, there are birds;
I’d ask about the Dharma,
But there’s no one around.
Today I’m like the fragrant cedar;
Several years are just like one spring.