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