“Who takes the Linden Dale Road

takes a road that never ends

the rivers are long and piled with rocks

the streams are wide and chocked with grass

it’s not the rain that makes the moss slick

and it’s not the wind that makes the pines moan

who can get past the tangles of the world

and sit with me in the clouds”

Adaptation of a poem 32 by Cold Mountain 寒山 , translated by Red Pine