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Snow In The Mountains   Leave a comment

Snow From The Canyon, White Bird

December Snow_20111214_0875-72Snow In the Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne

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Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,

People who climb here are always getting scared.

When the moon shines, water sparkles clear

When the wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.

On the bare plum, flowers of snow

On the dead stump, leaves of mist.

At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live

At the wrong season you can’t ford the creeks.

— Gary Snyder from the Cold Mountain Poems

 

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Honey Bee On Elegant Lupin   Leave a comment

Bee On Lipon-DSC_4407-72Honey Bee On Elegant Lupin — Image by kenne

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My home was at Cold Mountain from the start,
Rambling among the hills, far from trouble.

Gone, and a million things leave no trace
Loose, and it flows through the galaxies
A fountain of light, into the very mind—
Not a thing, and yet it appears before me:
Now I know the pearl of the Buddha-nature
Know its use: a boundless perfect sphere.

— Gary Snyder

23 — from Gary Snyder’s Cold Mountain Poems

Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

SCVN Nature Walk -- 12-14-11Sabino Canyon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”

— Gary Snyder

Snow On Mt. Lemmon   1 comment

Mt. Lemmon Snow 2012 87-72-2Snow On Mountain — Image by kenne

In the mountain’s it’s cold

Always been cold, not just this year.

Jagged scarps forever snowed in

Woods in the dark ravines spitting mist.

Grass is still sprouting at the end of June,

Leaves begin to fall in early August.

And here am I, high on mountains,

Peering and peering, but I can’t even see the sky.

— Gary Snyder

The Path To His Mountain Place   1 comment

Green Mountain Trail 9-art-72-II.jpgThe Path to His Mountain Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace the twists
Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

— Gary Snyder

Anna’s Hummingbird   1 comment

Ken & Mary Visit -- Anna's Hummingbird-72.jpgAnna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne

It started just now with a hummingbird
Hovering over the porch two yards away then gone,
It stopped me studying.
I saw the redwood post
Leaning in clod ground
Tangled in a bush of yellow flowers
Higher than my head, through which we push
Every time we came inside —
The shadow network of the sunshine
Through its vines. White-crowned sparrows
Made tremendous singings in the trees
The rooster down the valley crows and crows.
Jack Kerouac outside, behind my back
Reads the Diamond Sutra in the sun.

— from Migration of Birds by Gary Snyder

Field Crescent Butterfly   Leave a comment

Field Cresent Butterfly-3071 framed-72Field Crescent Butterfly — Image by kenne

“When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.”

― Gary Snyder

Sabino Canyon Horse Corral   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Fenceline-72-2Sabino Canyon Horse Corral — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”

— Gary Snyder

Snow On The Maintains On December 26th   Leave a comment

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Snow In The Mountains 12-31-12Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains On December 26th — Images by kenne

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Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,
People who climb here are always getting scared.
When the moon shines, water sparkles clear
When the wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.
On the bare plum, flowers of snow
On the dead stump, leaves of mist.
At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live
At the wrong season you can’t ford the creeks.

— from Han Shan’s Cold Mountain Poems, translation by Gary Snyder

 

Old Baldy And A Poem I Will Never Write   Leave a comment

Super Trail Vista (1 of 1)-5Hiking The Super Trail On Mt. Wrightson — This image by kenne is of Old Baldy from the Josephine Saddle.

Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine of blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.

— from the poem “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder

When It’s Hot In The Desert, We Go To Nearby Mountains   Leave a comment

Madera Canyon 13162 II blogA Cool Summertime Choice When You Live In Tucson — Image by kenne

“The mind wanders. A million
Summers, night air still and the rocks
Warm. Sky over endless mountains.
All the junk that goes with being human
Drops away, hard rock wavers
Even the heavy present seems to fail
This bubble of a heart.

— from the poem “Piute Creek” by Gary Snyder

At The End Of The Day   Leave a comment

Italian Trail Sunset-10 Art blogAt the End of the Day — Image by kenne

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Once at Cold Mountain, troubles cease —
No more tangled, hung-up mind.
I idly scribble poems on the rock cliff,
Taking whatever comes, like a drifting boat.

— Gary Snyder

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