A Journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step

The mountain rain is imminent

Mist and clouds appear and disappear on a whim. Half vanishing into thin air, half lingering in the mountain. I pass my days and months in leisure, like the free-spirited mist and clouds; secluded deep in the remote forest, where I listen to sounds of the murmuring stream

Taking a spoonful of water from surging sea cannot reduce its immensity