The Long Journey of Myriad Paths

'''Green grass covers a lonely mound, A thousand years bury bones, but not shame. In this world of eyes and ears today, How many truly see and hear the same? The heavens blind men to their plight, Yet stubbornly they pry their eyes wide. The world’s illusions are hard to grasp— Beyond Witch Mountain, how many autumns abide? A few names fill the annals of history, Countless barren graves dot Beimang’s plain. The fields of forebears pass to heirs, All tales of dragon-tiger strife in vain. Behold, the eternal sky and earth, Ten thousand valleys race in endless flow. Each vies to lead, yet still they sigh: “The myriad paths stretch long, the journey s...