A glimmering flash illuminates the watery tempest
Just another grimy sailor
Weathering in storm tossed seas of doubt
Searching patterns in the sky
Drifting
One evening I visited a priest
Among the mist wrapped mountains piled peak on peak.
When I left he pointed out the direct way home
And the moon hung out her lamp.
Han-shan
Cold Mountain Poems
June 9th, 2015