
Saved by Lael Johnson and
Cloud-hidden, Whereabouts Unknown: A Mountain Journal
Saved by Lael Johnson and
—Alan Watts, The Way of Zen
TRULY, I love this life of seclusion. Carrying my staff, I walk toward a friend’s cottage. The trees in his garden, soaked by the evening rain, Reflect the cool, clear autumnal sky. The owner’s dog comes to greet me; Chrysanthemums bloom along the fence. These people have the same spirit as the ancients; An earthen wall marks their separation from
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Nature, Man, and God and the volume of his collected letters knows
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountains.
I smile and make no reply.
My heart is free of care.
The peach-tree blooms,
The waters Flow
Into the unknown.
I dwell in a Realm
That is not of Men.