In the depths, in another world, not among men.

You ask
why I perch
on a jade green mountain
I laugh
but say nothing
my heart
free
like a peach blossom
in the flowing stream
going by
in the depths
in another world 
not among men.
    - Li Po (Kenneth Rexroth translation, One Hundred Poems From The Chinese)

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Li Po (701–762) is regarded as one of the greatest poets of Chinese history. He wrote about friendship, nature, solitude, and the joys of drinking. He is reported to have died by drowning — drunk and in his boat, he reached out to touch the reflection of the moon.

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The page above is from the first draft of a new book of Taoist and Buddhist poetry:

Tao Journal: Internal Life of Quiet

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