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A Monk in the Wild, a Friend of Seclusion
A friend of seclusion arrives at my gate. A monk in the wild sits quiet and relaxed. He survives all year on what calmer brings. The edge between life and death is sheer. Stitches on a monk's robe are a loving wife's tears. Grains of sweet rice are an old farmer's fat. Don't think charity has no rewardevery seed bears fruit. Cares disappeared. When i entered the mountains, serene at heart, i let the world go before my door. Who can step back, doesn't worry? We blossom and fade like flowers. We gather and part like clouds. Earthly thoughts i forgot long ago,. withering away on a mountain