廬山記 4.8

4.8

The spiritual principle is indeed transcendent; / In stepping through the coarse, rarely is one not of the herd. / Who reaches beyond the dissolving mists, / Distinctly separated from worldly things? / Deep within the darkling profound valley, / The gathered echoes can naturally be heard. / The patterned peak lacks no expansive elegance; / The intersecting ranges hold drifting clouds. / With profound awakening, graceful are the soaring thoughts; / At the essential point, they open up darkling joy. / Within the crags, faint inspirations gather; / At the caves and peaks, one imagines secluded renown. / Frail brightness turns back to reflect in the mirror; / An open heart is suffused with spiritual perfume. / Forever molded at the ford of the profound artisan, / The setting sunlight awaits the empty axe.