RETURNING TO MOUNT GU MEETING WITH MASTER GU YUE (MASTER ANCIENT MOON)
For thirty years I've traveled. At last I return to this village.
One bamboo walking stick and I'm back to old Spring days spent here.
As cold smoke encases fine mist
Sparse stands of bamboo surround this ethereal mystic.
Suddenly things are strange and dreamlike.
We discuss deep perceptions, chatting like close relatives,
Talking and talking throughout the moonlit night,
Confessing those past concerns that brought us to our meeting here tonight.