Visiting a Taoist on Taitien Mountain

Amongst bubbling streamsa dog barks; peach blossomis heavy with dew; hereand there a deer canbe seen in forest glades!No sound of the mid-daybell enters this fastnesswhere blue mist risesfrom bamboo groves;down from a high peakhangs a waterfall;none knows where he has...

No use fretting over gold, beauty or fame;

No use fretting over gold, beauty or fame;Nurturing these, how can we calmOur fluttering heart?Non attachment brings deep truth,And a truthful nature brings immortality.Empty your heart,Sit quietly on a mat.In meditation we become one with All;Tao billows like the...

this autumn scene’s worth words paint

this autumn scene’s worth words paintred leaves fill up the mountain streamthe path through the pines is set just sochrysanthemums glow gold around the eastern hedgeI raise this very proper goblet, drain the dregsthe commoner who offers you the cup’sfit...

Along the Stream

The rustling nightfall strews my gown with roses,And wine-flushed petals bring forgetfulnessOf shadow after shadow striding past.I arise with the stars exultantly and followThe sweep of the moon along the hushing stream,Where no birds wake; only the far-drawn sighOf...

In the Quiet Night

The floor before my bed is bright:Moonlight — like hoarfrost — in my room.I lift my head and watch the moon.I drop my head and think of home.