Happening into realms peach-blossom pure,
I begin to feel the depths of a bamboo path,
And soon come to know a master’s timeless dwelling.
It’s far beyond things people seek.
Cranes dancing over steps all stone idleness,
Gibbons in flight howling amid thick forests,
I slowly fathom dark-enigma’s inner pattern,
And sitting at such depths, forget mind itself.
- Meng Hao-jan (689-740)
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