Climbing Mount Hua

by Yuan Huang-tao translated by Howard A. Landman


At Shan-sun pavilion, put on your turban
    and be a pilgrim who journeys to clouds
    and pays homage to rocks.
The waters, by secret ways,
    flow beyond this world.
The mountains, like a drug,
    lighten your body.
Before your eyes, Mount Hua -
    a wall two miles high.
On your robe -
    a speck of dust from the city.
If you find a Go board, sit a spell:
    before you know it,
    wildflowers will wither
    and bloom again.


Copyright ©2002 Howard A. Landman / howard@polyamory.org
Last updated 2002 July 4