Sitting cross legged on a rock
Listening to cool drips
of a mountain brook
Relishing subtle changes in the breeze
I realize the empty nature of hazy dreams
Resting in a slant of sunlight, the tree casts a low shadow
Gazing at my own mind
I watch a lotus flower
emerging slowly … from the puddle
~ Translated from Cold Mountain’s original verses written in the Tang dynasty
盘陀石上坐，溪涧冷凄凄。静玩偏嘉丽，虚岩蒙雾迷。
怡然憩歇处，日斜树影低。我自观心地，莲花出淤泥。
~ 寒山 (唐代)
