“Men these days search for a way through the clouds,
But the cloud way is dark and without sign.
The mountains are high and often steep and rocky
In the broadest valleys the sun seldom shines.
Green crests before you and behind,
White clouds to east and west-
Do you want to know where the cloud way lies?
There it is, in the midst of the Void!”
Han Shan – Cold Mountain
Source: 100 poems by the T’ ang poet Han-shan
Translated and with an Introduction by Burton Watson, No. 69