Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn't melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart's not the same as yours.
If your heart was like mine
You'd get it and be right here.
~ trans. Gary Snyder
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn't melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart's not the same as yours.
If your heart was like mine
You'd get it and be right here.
~ trans. Gary Snyder
Han Shawn was a Taoist poet who lived alone on a mountain and wrote poems on trees, rocks, etc. Cold Mountain is what I call Struggle Mountain. You can't go there because you are already there if you can Wake Up. But to really see is very difficult and a long, hard path. Keep climbing.
