Reminds me in an oblique way of some of Hanshan's poetry: I usually live in seclusion but sometimes I go to Kuoching to call on the Venerable Feng-ka

Reminds me in an oblique way of some of Hanshan's poetry: I usually live in seclusion but sometimes I go to Kuoching to call on the Venerable Feng-kan (pickup) or to visit master Shih-te (big stick) but I go back to Cold Cliff alone observing an unspoken agreement I follow a stream that has no spring the spring is dry but not the stream - Hanshan, #44, The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain by Red Pine