Fill me with the joy and pleasure
of being nothing but myself.
Immerse me in the mystery of reality.
Fill me with love, that hopeless love - if need be
make me one of your muse.
Awaken me to the reality of this ancient place,
this remembered place.
Introduce me to the ungrammatical, soundless
words of your own thoughts.
Move me away from the drivel

coming out of all the others’ mouths.
Blot me out, fill me with nothing

but delight.
Take me to all the unseeable, the unvisitable worlds

which surround you - everything
I can perceive and know it is there.

me levant tard

quand j'ai mal aux cheveux, je me lève tard
allongé je contemple les montagnes au sud et corrige
de vieux poèmes
j'ouvre la porte, le soleil est haut, le printemps silencieux
plusieurs cris d'oiseaux, ils sautillent dans les branches en fleurs

Liu Ling (IIIe siècle) in Eloge de l'Ivresse, le tao du vin et ses vertus