The Eternal Han Shan Ever Returning in James Dean-Like Poets

A new hero emerges
In the flowery light
Of summer dawn,
He rides his bike into the sun
Like a mystical Zen sage.

And in quiet moments
Of sympathetic, slow rain;
His poetic sadness
Breaks the heart
Tenderly with love.

Hollywood should be destroyed
And modern cities plowed under,
All the world needs is Han Shan
And illuminating writings of revelation
Painted on forest rocks
And on the walls of mountain caves.