Passing Over Days Peak
In a moment, all my defilements have vanished,
Leaving both body and soul transparently pure.
So vast is it here between heaven and earth
That even alone, all is well with me.
Today as I travel along the mountain peaks
Self and world are once and for all forgotten.
The winds of the immortals seem to caress my head,
As, tying up my hair, I receive their secrets.
Su Dongpo
TR. Beata Grant
