“I divined and chose a distant place to dwell
T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say?
Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold
My grass gate blends with the color of the crags
I pick leaves to thatch a hut among the pines
Scoop out a pond and lead a runnel from the spring
By now I am used to doing without the world
Picking ferns I pass the years that are left”

— Han-shan

Cold Mountain: 100 Poems by the T'ang Poet Han-shan

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Chinese monk and poet

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A white lotus emerges from the dark mud”

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