Rambling in the Eunseon Ravine

no sound of mountain or beings,
flock of birds fly accompanying a cloud.
water flows down and flowers in full bloom,
I forget the time to return.

Mt. Yeonam

The day was getting dark and I saw the snow blossoms
 On snow capped Mt. Yeonam,
 A young student informed me that
 The drum had been already been struck for the evening meal

The Collected Writings of Gyeongheo