Things Here Are Done

Half awake, half oblivioushalf in earnest, half greedy for pleasure

I am no one belonging hereI obey no ghost or immortal of this place

I am a guest in the mountainsconcerned only with the world's idle ease

Nothing much, and half a life gone byheld to no single form, heaven and earth wide open

Things here are donelike dew, like lightningno chasing, no hurryingno debts, no grudges

Not for an outcome, not for name or stationonly for a true heart, to have lived it once through

Countless universes, countless versionscountless planets, countless renderings

One is lawone is graceone is the lessonone is a worldly bond

Some of me are descending even nowsome have already gone farthose on the way need no questioningthose unseen need not be met

This life is only a stretch borrowedborrowed to look at mountainsborrowed to look at skyborrowed to see how deep or shallow the human heart runsborrowed to watch ten thousand forms shift and change

If something was gained, only a few wordsif something was lost, only a single thought

Things here are donemountains and rivers say nothingthis heart faintly brightfit now for the long sleep