Status Updates From The Clouds Should Know Me B...

I follow my impulsive feet wherever they might go
My body is a pine tree surrounded by the snow
Sometimes I simply stand beside a flowing stream
Sometimes I chase a drifting cloud past another peak

What does the spring wind have in mind,
coming day and night to these groves and gardens?
It never asks who owns the peach and damson trees
but blows away their crimson without a word.

Don't ask why I shut my gate-
from times past, few comings and goings.
The Way should rest in simplicity,
the body's best suited to vacant idleness.
On four sides green moss surrounds me,
my lone window dotted with rain spatters.
And where do dream-wanderings take me?
To where autumn is coloring the riverside hills...

And where do dream-wanderings take me?
To where autumn is coloring the riverside hills...

.....
We walk on frosted ground
praising chrysanthemums bordering fields
sit on the east edge of the woods,
waiting for the moon to rise.

Not having to be alone
is happiness;
we do not talk
of failure or success.

Morning Travel

Rising early
to begin the journey
not a sound
from the chickens next door

Beneath the lamp,
I part from the innkeeper;
on the road, my skinny horse
moves through the dark.

Slipping on stones
newly frosted,
threading through woods,
we scare up birds roosting

After a bell tolls
far in the mountains,
the colors of daybreak
gradually clear.

One of my favorite books.