Reminds me in an oblique way of some of Hanshan's poetry:

  I usually live in seclusion  
  but sometimes I go to Kuoching  
  to call on the Venerable Feng-kan (pickup)  
  or to visit master Shih-te (big stick)  
  but I go back to Cold Cliff alone  
  observing an unspoken agreement  
  I follow a stream that has no spring  
  the spring is dry but not the stream

- Hanshan, #44, The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain by Red Pine