Since I’ve been dwelling on Cold
Mountain
how many ten-thousand years have
come and gone?
Following my fate, I came to a
place of woods and water
and here I stop and stay, observing
being as it is.
No one troubles this cold cliff—
impenetrable white clouds obscure.
Meager grass makes my mattress.
Expansive blue sky is my quilt.
Satisfied, I rest my head on a pillow
of stone
letting heaven and earth attend to
transformation.
26-red
pine; 163-henricks; 241-tanahashi; 7-snyder
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