September 08^th, 2026

The path to the meditation hall
Is steep and perilous;
I look back to view
The upper watershed.

A woodcutter’s trail links
All the peaks;
A boulder-choked creek
Flows through bamboo.

In deep woods,
Snow still lingers;
In foothills,
Gibbons have not yet cried.

Desiring to part from
The bitterness in the world,
I seek some words
From the Master.

Chia Tao (779-843)