
If you let yourself be blown to and fro
you lose touch with your roots.
If you let restlessness move you
you lose touch with who you are
Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching 25
I settled at Cold Mountain a while ago, already it seems like years and years.
Freely drifting, I wander the woods and streams
And sit there, watching things themselves; I am satisfied.
Not many come this far into the mountains,
White clouds sometimes touch and pass, thin grass does for a mattress,
The blue sky makes a good cover, a stone under my head. I am happy
I’ll let heaven and earth go about their changes.
Han Shan, Cold Mountain, poem 12