South and north, sharing a single
mountain gate, above and below,
two temples both named T'ien-chu.
Dwelling therein is an old dharma master,
built tall and skinny like stork or swan.
I do not know what practice he
engages in, but his green eyes reflect
the mountain valleys. Just looking
into them makes one feel fresh and pure,
as if all one's baneful vexations
had been cleansed.