June 09^th, 2023

Weary, I yearn for the forest and hills;
Against my will,
Ten years have I spent in the world of people.
Burning incense, I take leave of the assembly,
Shunning worldly affairs, I depart.
The mist invites me,
And I know that it is time to rest.
People of little talent are not guests fond of mountains.
People of little virtue do not make companions for gathering leaves.
Should someone ask, “When will you come back?”
I would reply, “The white clouds and the green water
Are boundless and serene."