West of my dwelling place

[Gonzo]

When reasoning is exhausted, saying and feeling are forgotten;
How could this be properly described?
Wherever I go, the frosty night's moon
Falls as it may on the valley ahead.
The fruits are ripe and heavy with monkeys,
The mountains go on so far it seems I've lost my way.
When I raise my head, there's a remnant of illumination left -
Actually, this is west of my dwelling place.