To reach the Yellow-Flowered River Go by the Green-Water Stream. A thousand twists and turns of mountain But the way there can’t be many miles. The sound of water falling over rocks And deep colour among pines. Gently green floating water-plants. Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes. I am a lover of true quietness. Watching the flow of clear water I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock casting a line on the endless stream.