River in spring with snow melt, I am
You an ancient mountain steady and unchanged, solid
How does one learn?
Pure observation. 
I dare not chip away or erode its surface. 
Clear pools of rainwater collect
Only showing my reflection 
The endless sky. 
It gives away nothing of itself. 
I can't know anything. 
Those who can sit in silence might hear something. 
Spring river is not capable of silence. 
Though how beautiful when the river pours through the mountain. 
They are made for each other 
Without the other, no richness of life.