With the mind detached, one's place becomes remote.
Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern hedge
I catch sight of the distant southern hills:
The mountain air is lovely as the sun sets
And flocks of flying birds return together
In these things is a fundamental truth
I would like to tell, but lack the words
(Inspired byÉٻΤµ¤óphoto)
From Columbia Anthology of Trad. Chinese Literature
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