Poem

Cold rock, no one takes this road.

The deeper you go, the finer it is.

White clouds hang on high crags.

On Green Peak a lone gibbon's cry.

What friends do I need?

I do what pleases me, and grow old.

Let face and body alter with the years,

I'll hold to the bright path of mind.

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