廬山記 4.5

4.5

Lofty crags breathe forth pure vapors; / Secluded peaks house divine traces. / Subtle sounds perform the myriad pipes of nature; / Resonances issue from dripping mountain torrents. / A guest wanders alone in dark mystery, / Directly forgetting where he was bound. / Waving his hand, he caresses the Cloud Gate; / Why need the spiritual pass be opened? / Sending his mind forth to knock at profound listening, / When resonance arrives, the ultimate principle is unbarred. / Who is it that soars into the nine heavens, / Without having robbed the wings that vault the sky? / When subtle sameness is attained, inclinations naturally bind… (The complete text has not been seen.)