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Many of those poems make me feel melancholy. They are beautiful, but always seem to have a tinge of loneliness. It makes me wonder if being an isolated monk w no other monks around would be the most arduous part. Without spending time with people who understand me, I feel lost and very alone even when there are people around me. It must be hard to think this way and have no one to even talk to about it.

Green mountains front and back,
White clouds east and west.
Even if I met a fellow traveler,
No news could I give him.

With no-mind, blossoms invite the butterfly;
With no-mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms.
When the flower blooms, the butterfly comes;
When the butterfly comes, the flower blooms.
I do not “know” others,
Others do not “know” me.
Not-knowing each other we naturally follow the Way.