Our Blue Mountain cabin

Perches atop stilts on the canyon wall,

A cross-beamed wooden palace

Where stream-music sings

Morning, day, evening, night,

Attuning me with Han-shan,

Po Chui, Wang Wei, Li Po, Ikkyu. . .

How far to travel, simply to

Reach this herenow center

Where beloved solitude

Gives rise to spreading wings,

Spiraling dreamsongs. . .

Blue Mountain Cabin