Yinshi

I've been ravenously devouring The Book of Life in quiet moments, and have been half-heartedly contemplating becoming a yinshi, which in Chinese culture refers to a recluse, someone who leaves everything busy behind them to go and live up a mountain.

Of course, I'm not entirely serious, but this poem entitled 'On Drinking Wine' by the original yinshi Tao Yuanming had me craving green silence and only mountain goats and books for company.*

Plucking chrysanthemums from the eastern hedge
I gaze into the distance at the southern mountain.
The mountain air is refreshing at sunset
As the flocking birds are returning home.
In such things we find true meaning,
But when I try to explain, I can’t find the words.

*I've decided this is not a realistic goal.