My friend lives high on East Mountain. <br />His nature is to love the hills and gorges. <br />In green spring he sleeps in empty woodland, <br />Still there when the noon sun brightens. <br />Pine-tree winds to dust his hair. <br />Rock-filled streams to cleanse his senses. <br />Free of all sound and stress, <br />Resting on a wedge of cloud and mist.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-for-a-taoist-adept/
