My Retreat at Mount Chung-Nan

My heart in middle age found the Way,
And I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain.
When the spirit moves, I wander alone
Amid beauty that is all for me. . . .
I will walk till the water checks my path,
Then sit and watch the rising clouds—
And some day meet an old wood-cutter
And talk and laugh and never return.
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Wang Wei
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