The Cold Mountain Way



People ask about the Cold Mountain way:

plain roads don’t get through to Cold Mountain.

Middle of the summer, and the ice still hasn’t

Sunrise, and the mist would blind a hidden dragon.

So, how could a man like me get here?

My heart is not the same as yours, dear sir . . .

If your heart were like mine,

you’d be here already.

–poem by Han Shan, from Songs of Cold Mountain


About Lightning Heart (Vikara)

Nomad. Poet. Philosopher. Teacher. View all posts by Lightning Heart (Vikara)

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