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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

 

At The End Of The Day   Leave a comment

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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

Mixed Media Collage   Leave a comment

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Cold Mountain is a house
without beams or walls.
The six doors lift and right are open
The hall is blue sky.
The rooms all vacant and vague
The east wall beats on the west wall
At the center nothing.

Borrowers don’t bother me
In the cold I build a little fire
When I’m hungry I boil up some greens.
I’ve got no use for the kulak
With his big barn and pasture —
He just sets up a prison for himself.
Once in he can’t get out.
Think it over —
You know it might happen to you. 

— Gary Snyder

A Cold Mountain Poem   Leave a comment

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One of my favorite books of poetry is Riprap and the Cold Mountain Poems, by Gary Snyder. 

The book includes Snyder’s translations of Han-shan’s Cold Mountain Poems. Han-shan was both a man and a mountain, a mountain madman in an old line of ragged hermits. He lived at a place called Cold Mountain, a poor poet having a crazy character. He wrote poems that were rough and fresh, and when he wrote about Cold Mountain, he means himself, his home, his state of mind.

— kenne

Gary Snyder reading “I settled at Cold Mountain long ago . . .”

 

Japanese Garden   3 comments

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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

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