If you want to be happy, 
there is no way but the hermit's.
Flowers in the grove
grow in an endless brocade; 
every single season's colors new.
Just sit beside the cliff and turn your head, 
to watch the moon roll by.
And me? I ought to be at joyous ease, 
but I can't stop thinking of the others. 

- Shih-te


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