The Old Poets of China
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
– Mary Oliver
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“So Jesus, perceiving that they were intending to come and take Him by force to make Him king, withdrew again to the mountain by Himself alone.”
John 6:15 NASB