What need is there to cultivate immortality? Watch me become a god with a single word! The schemes of mortal emperors plunge the world into turmoil, while a country lad stumbles onto the path to immortality. Is it fate or a heaven-sent opportunity?
The Dao is hard to attain, yet it runs through an entire life. Even with a beloved companion, one may still walk alone.
At first, clouds rise between mountains and seas; birds and blossoms accompany springtime sleep.
Who could know the depths conceal such turmoil? A thin horse, a blue-robed man gazes toward the pavilion’s edge.
In youth’s fleeting splendor, so much passes unnoticed; joy at the gate brings peace to the courtyard.
In a daze, I sit alone in the hall, dimly recalling that I once was as I had been.
