Monday, July 28, 2014

Via Daily Dharma

Heart of Mine | July 28, 2014

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there’s no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn’t melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart’s not the same as yours.
If your heart was like mine
You’d get it and be right here. 
—Han-Shan and Gary Snyder, "Parting Words Summer 2014"

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