from Going Back Home

Our time as a form in the world is very brief.
Why not follow the heart and let things be?
Why be troubled about what we cannot know?
Riches and honour are not what I want.
The heavenly realm is not what I hope for.
I just cherish a beautiful morning to walk alone,
sometimes to plant my staff as I weed or hoe,
or climb the eastern hill to give a long sigh,
or pen a verse beside the clear flowing stream.
I must embrace change as I near my end,
and find joy too in Heaven's decree.
What is there to doubt?