May 18^th, 2018

I'm confirmed in my zany ways,
Out of step with the world.
Peddling tea for a living
Goes with the natural grain.
A quiet mind and a plain life
Excels the finest luxury
A content mind and tattered robe
Better far than finest silk.
At dawn I dip from the well,
When I leave I carry the moon;
I shoulder my brazier at evening
And come back trailing the clouds.
This is how I've learned to live
Rambling free of material things
Beyond the clash of “pro” and “con.”