In the Mountains on a Summer Day
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.Li Po b.701
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The higher one climbs on the spiritual ladder, the more they will grant others their own freedom, and give less interference to another’s state of consciousness.
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