As we relax and restore body, mind, and spirit, windblown thoughts to savor:
Combed by wind and rinsed by rain,
or stepping into dew among the stars,
I sifted through our shallow thoughts
and left their tight compass behind.
Without shell or stalk for divination,
I picked out the fine and wondrous,
cut thornwood staffs and blazed trails
in my search for boulders and cliffs.
Here, four mountains circled round,
a pair of streams winding through,
I soon had a library facing south ridges
and a teaching hall against north slopes,
a hall for meditation among sheer peaks
and huts for monks along deep streams.
Verse 29 of the poem “Dwelling in the Mountains” from
The Mountain Poems of Hsieh Ling-yun (385-433 C.E.)