#budddhism
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