When I'm at peace I let everything go
I wake by the east window long after sunrise
viewed without passion everything is fine
seasonal glories hold true for man
the Tao fills the world the formed the formless
our thoughts are in the ever-changing wind and clouds
not troubled by wealth content in poverty
the person who reaches this is truly noble
From: 'Poems of the Masters: China's Classic Anthology of T'ang and Sung Dynasty Verse'. Translated by Red Pine. Copper Canyon Press
