In the Depths of West Mountain, Visiting the Master
A disciple for years at Twin Stream,
What brings you to these mountains?
Great luminaries keep the world at war,
But your mind water-flowing idleness,
You swept tigers from forests,
And now sit alone, utter stillness.
Guarding this frontier, we double silence
Wander narrow passes where clouds are born.
--Wei Ying-Wu, 737-792, David Hinton, Translator
