Human Paradise · Renunciation Mind

In the mountain courtyard I built two bridges

one for going home

one for leaving home

My old father, three geese, a cat and a dog live at home

The birds of the village come and go

My small room in the city also has a mountain — I picked it up by the roadside.

Sleeping I twisted my back; drinking water I lost a tooth

In a dream I saw mother. Smiling, she said: the one who died is not me, it is your father

I know I am very greedy — I cannot bear to give up sleepwalking, cannot bear to give up waking

I cannot bear to give up the pu'er tea fragrance filling the whole room, even less the cafés inside and outside the city.

I take up the brush and find that everything that should be painted has been painted; I take up the map and say... oh, Africa is still waiting for me.

A hesitant gaze cannot reach a higher dimension

In the mountain courtyard I built two bridges

one to go home

one to leave home