I remember the temple, this route I've traveled before,
I recall the bridge as I cross it again.
It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting,
The flowers and willows all are selfless now.
The field is sleek and vivid, thin mist shines,
On soft sand, the sunlight's color shows it's late.
All the traveler's sorrow fades away,
What better place to rest than this?
Traveling Again---Du Fu
No matter how long we become distracted from the Dao, its wonders are always waiting for us with open arms and a soft pillow to rest thy head. When the artificial world is getting to us, we should get back to nature. Home is home and we walk a path we have walked before so many times. Everything is waiting for us; the flowers have no agenda. Our troubles take flight like the bird in the sky and we can be at peace once more.