The Autumn wind piles up
Drifts of fallen leaves.
I sweep them away a thousand times
But still they fall.
I suddenly laugh and sit down at ease-
Let them fall and become ashes by themselves!
For many years in dreams I left the world;
Where can the elixir of immortality be found?
In an impure and decaying world
I laugh and throw away the Sutras,
Resting in retirement.
The dragon has returned to the sea
And the tiger to his mountain!
– Nan Huai Chin