I saw a footprint in the moss.
The white clouds leaned on quiet banks,
The fragrant grasses closed your idle door.
I passed the rain-fed green of pines
And followed the hills to a mountain spring…
Streams and flowers spoke to me in meditation,
And I replied and cannot think of what I said.
– Liu Chang-ch’ing
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