April 21^st, 2015

On paths where dragons and stars wander,
Halfway up to peaks, I cross a rocky pass,
Blur into blue cliffs of perpetual confusion;
Adore idleness everywhere in green vines.
Then it’s ease in blossoming forests,
Lofty talk facing bamboo islands.
Far from dust,
Silent, empty:
This is Hen’s Foot Mountain
Opening that first adept to enlightenment.