June 16th, 2015

I climb these hills as if walking on air
Body too light to fall
Bamboo staff resting against a great stone
Torn cloak snapping in the wind
A lone bird soars the azure depths
Far distant springs reflected in its eye
Carefree, singing a timeless song
Goneā€”on a journey without end.

Shih-shu (early 18th)