I laugh at myself, old man, with no strength left,
inclined to piney peaks, in love with lonely
pathways...
Oh well,
I've wandered down the years to now,
free in the flow,
and floated home the same,
a drifting boat.
- Shih Te
[from 'Cold Mountain Poems' translated by J.P. Seaton]
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