#59, Cold Mountain Poems

In the old days when I was so poor,
Night after night I counted other men's wealth.
Recently I thought it over
And decided to open a business of my own.
I dug a hole and found a hidden treasure-
A store of crystal jewels.
A blue-eyed foreigner came in secret
And wanted to buy them and take them away,
But I only answered him,
"These jewels are beyond price!"

-Han -shan


S. Etole said...

your photos and poem are perfect together ...

Char said...

i love all of very beautiful

ELK said...

i am hushed by the one with the tree in the background..crystal jewels for sure