Between Heaven and Earth
Only what's your is yours;
The aspiration of setting off
And hitting the Road levels all
Ups and downs on its surface.
Blue sky above your head
And boundless land at your feet
Lead you forward by mighty gods
And ubiquitous spirits which weave
The warp and weft of the fell on you lot.
The way of Heaven manifests itself,
The earthly virtues feed your conduct;
The spring of things never drains itself--
Its freshness is desired by all the kind
And unkind men without exception.
The greenery covering that two color landscape belies what appears to be overgrazed and eroded land. There is no tree in sight.
Ron