In the open clearing — there is no self to free.

Beneath the empty sky, peace hums beneath the tree.

Beyond here and there, the riverbed waits, untouched by desire.

Where the firelight meets the sky, listen — the earth is speaking.

In the boundless mountain, nothing is everything.

Beneath the quiet sky — the watcher and the watched dissolve.

Where the stone meets the mist, hunger fades in the valley.

On the path of the quiet wanderer, Wildness is woven into the fog and ((stone)).

Save your presence, the wild carries no decree.

Beneath the wild sky, the river carries no desire.

Beneath the empty sky, liberation hums beneath the path.

In the open forest — the path ends where it begins.

At the doorway of freedom, nothing is everything.

Where the river meets the wind, nothing will wait forever.

Save your freedom, silence speaks through the river.

In the quiet clearing, to vanish is to arrive.

Where spring lingers, the wind carries no goal.

Beyond subject and object, silence speaks through the stone.

Where the turning leaves lingers — the path ends where it begins.

At the horizon of stillness, the moss outlives every boundary and lock.

Where winter lingers, the frog takes its time without surrender.

Beneath the open sky, the grasshopper dissolves into the wind.

Save your steel, craving fades in the valley.

Save your steel — the wind has no destination.

Beneath the still sky, no one holds the presence.

Where autumn lingers, the storm is already here.

Where autumn lingers — the path ends where it begins.

At the edge of emptiness — the wind has no destination.

Where the wind meets the firelight, the storm is already here.

In the boundless wilderness, yearning fades in the wilderness.