the clouds hang over the mountains the mist over the trees and our huts are hidden in the moving fog that stretches over our seclusion most days; on a good day when the sun regains its strength we see the mountains and there is clarity in our hearts…
and so are our days spread like the trees and mountain ranges over this enduring earth
poem based on the painting “Mountains in Clouds” by Chen Chun (1483-1544) see image here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ch%27en_Shun_001.jpg