In Search of Xiangji Temple
Not knowing the whereabouts of Xiangji Temple,
So I went up several miles among the cloudy peaks.
All passages were blocked by gigantic ancient trees,
Whence did the bell chime come in the deep mountain.
The springs sounded choked by the tall boulders.
The setting sun cooled off the dark forest of pines.
In the early evening, the bend of the clear water pool,
Seemed to be a place for sitting in meditation and restraining oneself from wishful thinking.