If I go into the mountains
there are nobody there

There is a possibilty of meeting
one or two
on a crowdy day

But what do I know,
there are so many mountains here
it would not be different
if everybody went.

as flowing waters disappear into the mist
we lose all track of their passage
every heart is its own Buddha
ease off; become immortal


wake up: the world's a mote of dust
behold heaven's round mirror
turn loose: slip past shape and shadow
sit side by side with nothing-save Tao