final night of winter
lighting living and dead
new new new this seeing now
I'm happy with the everyday waynow now now
Like the mist and vines in these rockstrewn ravines
This wilderness is so free and vast
My old friends, the white clouds, drift idly off
There is a road, but it doesn't reach the world
Mindless, who can be disturbed by thoughts
At night I sit alone on a stone bed
While the round moon climbs
The face of Cold Mountain
- Han Shan (c 730)
seeing this new