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Nature Is My Home Leave a comment
The Path To Han-shan’s Place 2 comments
Pusch Ridge Wilderness, Santa Catalina Mountains — 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 their 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?
— Han-shan
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Time To Rest The Feet 1 comment
Time To Rest The Feet (FotoFest 10/24/02) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The female is fertile, and discipline
(contra naturam) only confuses her
Who has, head held sideways
Arm out softly, touching,
A difficult dance to do, but not in mind.
Hand on sleeve: she holds leaf turning
In sunlight on spiderweb;
Makes him flick like trout through shallows
Builds into ducks and cold marshes
Sucks out the quiet: bone rushes in
Behind the cool pupil a knot grows
Sudden roots sod him and solid him
Rain falls from skull-roof mouth is awash with small creeks
Hair grows, tongue tenses out – and she
Quick turn of the head: back glancing, one hand
Fingers smoothing the thigh, and he sees.
— from Praise for Sick Women by Gary Snyder
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View West From Blackett’s Ridge Leave a comment
View West From Blackett’s Ridge Across Sabino Canyon — Image 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 their 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?
— from Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
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Snow In The Mountains Leave a comment
Snow 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
Honey 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
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Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry 1 comment
Sabino Canyon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
— Gary Snyder
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Snow On Mt. Lemmon 1 comment
Snow 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
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Hiking Wildhorse Trail In Saguaro National Park Leave a comment
After a day of rain in the Tucson basin and snow on Mt. Lemmon, Tom, John, Jim and I
hiked the Wildhorse Trail in the Saguaro National Park-East.
Click Here To See More Wildhorse Trail Images by kenne
Some critic tried to put me down —
“Your poems lack the Basic Truth of Tao”
And I recall the old-times
Who were poor and didn’t care.
I have to laugh at him,
He misses the point entirely,
Men like that
Ought to stick to making money.
— Gary Snyder
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The Path To His Mountain Place 1 comment
The 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
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Anna’s Hummingbird 1 comment
Anna’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
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Western Sneezeweed On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Western Sneezeweed On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
I’ve lived at Cold Mountain — how many autumns.
Alone, I hum a song — utterly without regret.
Hungry, I eat one grain of Immortal-medicine
Mind solid and sharp; leaning on stone.
— Gary Snyder
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Field Crescent Butterfly Leave a comment
Field Crescent Butterfly — Image by kenne
“When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.”
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My Passion Butterfly 2 comments
My Passion Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
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Sabino Canyon Horse Corral Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon Horse Corral — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
— Gary Snyder
