Seeking But Not Finding The Master - Poem by Jia Dao
Under the pines
I ask the boy;
he says: 'My Master's gone
to gather herbs.
I only know
he's in those mountains,
in those deep clouds...
but I don't know where.'
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
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