Cold Mountain Poem #12

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In my first thirty years of life
I roamed hundreds and thousands of miles.
Walked by rivers through deep green grass
Entered cities of boiling red dust.
Tried drugs, but couldn't make Immortal;
Read books and wrote poems on history.
Today I'm back at Cold Mountain:
I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears.
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~Han Shan (8th century Chinese Ch'an/Zen/Taoist mountain lunatic/poet)