Sings.

Goldsworthy, Balanced Rocks, Morecombe Bay, Lancashire, 1978

TOWARD the TEMPLE of HEAPED FRAGRANCE

Not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance,

Under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered

Through ancient woods without a human track;

But now on the height I hear a bell.

A rillet sings over winding rocks,

The sun is tempered by green pines ...

And at twilight, close to an emptying pool,
Thought can conquer the Passion-Dragon.

Wang Wei