To reach the Yellow-Flowered
Go by the Green-Water Stream.
A thousand twists and turns of mountain
But the way there can’t be many
The sound of water falling over rocks
And deep colour among pines.
Gently green floating
Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.
I am a lover of true quietness.
Watching the flow of clear water
I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock
casting a line on the endless stream.