A Respite

Time for a break.

This is a poem, some early Buddhist writing, from Han Shan a Chinese poet of the 9th century.  This is part of the Cold Mountain poems and they have been translated in different ways, notably by Gary Snyder, one of my favourite poets [and people].

Part of the message is that there are many ways to journey – and not all of them involve airplanes or trains.  This is a brief excerpt.

Thirty years in this world
I wandered ten thousand miles,
By rivers, buried deep in grass,
In borderlands, where red dust flies.
Tasted drugs, still not Immortal,
Read books, wrote histories.
Now I’m back at Cold Mountain,
Head in the stream, cleanse my ears.


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