You are what you love,
not what loves you.

Doing some things you said you'd never do,
I saw it further down the road,
didn't know it was this close.
Don't really care,
I've always done what I wanted.

Cold Cliff’s remoteness is what I love.
No one travels this way.
Clouds lie around on the peaks.
A lone gibbon howls on the ridge.
What else do I cherish?
It’s good to grow old content.
Cold and heat change my appearance;
The pearl of my mind stays safe.

Words and speech, fine concepts
If pursued, will lead us astray.
Let us leave these behind
And nothing is closed to us.
The moment we are illumined within
We bypass all barriers.