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