Gazing at the Sacred Peak
For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills there,
yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
Swelling clouds sweep by.
Returning birds ruin my eyes vanishing.
One day soon, at the summit,
the other mountains will be small enough to hold,
all in a single glance.
Tu Fu
(712-770)