So intrusive
The mountains in my eyes are so ginormous
Yet in the lens they are so small
So shunned from me
There is a zen saying: the mountain is your mind
The San Francisco Peaks glimpse me
Going out in the morning and going home in the evening
What's in my mind when I look at the mountains
I can only let you know from afar
Through this untruthful mechanism
Have you heard about St. Francis'
Sermon to the Birds?
How nice it is to let the birds bringing gospel
All over the world
I suddenly wish I were like Gongye Chang
A Confucius' disciple who understands bird's language
But even if I were able to speak to the birds
And the birds happened to fly thousands of miles to you
The birds still cannot
Speak to you
For me