Prasad Beaven
'Poem of the Immortal from Lushan' (dated 386).
"Soaring peaks, steep and lofty, divide the light of sun and moon.
Hidden streams, deep and limpid, gather purity for hundreds of feet. And then: abrupt crags, sharp and sheer, with no trace of men's travels. Sombrous and secluded, dark and deep, it forever holds auroras and gathers qi. It can truly be called a realm of luminous spirits, a park of the True Ones."