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The cloud road's choked with deep mist. No one gets here that way,
but these Heaven-Terrace Mountains have always been my home:
Once you realize this floating life is the perfect mirage of change,
it's breathtaking –this wild joy at wandering boundless and free.
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There were three or four prefectures spread out below our mats: vistas rising and falling, mountain expanses
and deep lakes, all looking like little anthills and hollows. A few inches were a thousand miles crumpled
together and heaped up. Nothing was hidden from sight. White clouds all around in blue skies stretching
past the edge of heaven: a single view filled all four directions. And so I began to understand how majestic
that mountain is, nothing like common hills. I felt myself mingling away everywhere in luminous ch'i, vast
and distant and never reaching its limits. I wandered with the Maker-of-Things, boundless-deep and
swelling and never fathoming its inexhaustible extent.
We poured cups full of wine, and soon drunk didn't notice the sun set. Twilight's azure came out of
the distance, and before long we couldn't see a thing. But I still wasn't ready to start back. Mind motionless
and body set adrift, I found myself shading into the ten thousand changes, and realized that I'd never even
begun to wander, that my wandering was just then begining.
PO CHÜ-I (772-846)
Self-portrait
Let's go out, walking sticks in hand, and gaze into all change
itself -wondering, wondering, eyes become offerings of light.
YÜAN TSUNG-TAO (1560-1600)