The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

In a universe animated by the interaction of yin (female) and yang (male) energies, the moon was literally yin visible. Indeed, it was the very germ or source of yin, and the sun was its yang counterpart.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?