Long ago there was an immortal man

Long ago there was an immortal man
who lived on the slope of Shooting Mountain
riding clouds and commanding flying dragons
he did his breathing and supped on precious flowers


He could be heard, but not seen,
sighing sorrows and full emotion
self-tortured he had no companion
grief and heartbreak piled upon him
"Study the familiar to penetrate the sublime"
But time is short and what's to be done?