ON A JOURNEY TO THOUGHT-ESSENCE MONASTERY, INSCRIBED ON A WALL AT THE ABBOT’S MOUNTAIN HUT

Happening into realms peach-blossom pure,

I begin to feel the depths of a bamboo path,

and soon come to know a master’s timeless

dwelling. It’s far beyond things people seek.

Cranes dancing over steps all stone idleness,

gibbons in flight howling amid thick forests,

I slowly fathom dark-enigma’s inner pattern,

and sitting at such depths, forget mind itself.