Somewhere/Nowhere

From the great Chinese Buddhist poet, Han Shan:

In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place -

Bird paths, but no trails for me.

What’s beyond the yard?

White clouds clinging to vague rocks.

Now I’ve lived here – how many years -

Again and again, spring and winter pass.

Go tell families with silverware and cars

“What’s the use of all that noise and money?”

Clouds mocking treetops—or is it treetops mocking clouds?