Doing without the world,
the nearby fulfilling the need
for astonishment,
dandelions turned to the sun
beside the ditch,
the shapes of oak leaves
on the mud,
the shining sky
on gathered rain,
mists huddled together
in the valley,
and you
and the heart you were born with
and the years that are left.
—after rereading Han-shan, late 8th C. T'ang poet
