Visiting Pai-an Pavilion
Beside this dike, I shake off the world's dust, enjoying walks alone near my brushwood house. A small stream gurgles down a rocky gorge. Mountains rise beyond the trees, kingfisher blue, almost beyond description, but reminding me of the fisherman's simple life. From a grassy bank, I listen as springtime fills my heart. Finches call and answer in the oaks. Deer cry out, then return to munching weeds. I remember men who knew a hundred sorrows, and the gratitude they felt for gifts. Joy and sorrow pass, each by each, failure at one moment, happy success the next. But not for me. I have chosen freedom from the world's cares. I chose simplicity.