Wanderings of a lifetime–what do they resemble? A winging swan that touches down on snow-soaked mud. In the mud by chance he leaves the print of his webs, but the swan flies away, who knows to east or west? The old monk is dead now, become a new memorial tower; on the crumbling wall, impossible … Continue reading Rhyming with Tzu-yu’s “At Mien-ch’ih, Recalling the Past” by Su Tung-p’o