953. My Cottage at Deep South Mountain, by Wang Wei

In my middle years I love the Tao
and by Deep South Mountain I make my home.
When happy I go alone into the mountains.
Only I understand this joy.
I walk until the water ends, and sit
waiting for the hour when clouds rise.
If I happen to meet an old woodcutter,
I chat with him, laughing and lost to time.

(trans. Willis Barnstone)

Source: Laughing Lost in the Mountains

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