Friday, July 13, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 19

A thousand clouds and ten thousand streams—
among them is one individual at ease.
In the light of day, he wanders in green mountains.
At night, he circles back to sleep beneath a cliff.
The springs and autumns quickly pass.
Untroubled, he is free of worldly entanglements.
Light-hearted, he depends on nothing.
Becalmed, he is as placid as the waters in an autumn river.


279-red pine; 282-henricks; 61-watson; 241-tanahashi

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 18

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

Thursday, July 12, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 17

I experience the peak of the Platform of the Sky, 
most eminent among that mass of mountains.
Pine and bamboo murmur in the swaying of the wind
like the ocean tide seesawing beneath the moonlight.
Contemplating green slopes below,
I consider the dark principle with white clouds.
My wild delight concurs with these mountains and rivers.
My prime intent is being with such companions of the Way.

  
226-red pine; 228-henricks; 60-watson; 231-tanahashi

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 16

I sit on a large slab of rock.
The valley stream is icy, cold.
Quietly, joyfully, I take in the enchantment
enveloped in the mists that cling to empty cliffs.
This is such a still restful place.
The sun is slant and shadows of trees grow enhanced.
I can see the bottom ground of mind
a lotus is emerging from the sediment.


264-red pine; 266-henricks; 219-tanahashi; 267-rouzer

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 15

Cold Mountain is an undisturbed place
isolated from the worldly passersby.
Often I come across birds in the forest
and together sing our mountain songs.
Sacred plants flow along streams into valleys.
Venerable pines climb the difficult peaks.
Here you see an easygoing solitary
pausing by a precipice.


256-red pine; 257-henricks; 217-tanahashi; 258-rouzer

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 14

Cloud-blossoming mountains growing toward a heavenly blue sky. 

The road is out-of-the-way and the forest is profoundthere are no wayfarers here.

Far-off I see the desolate immortal toad moon shining brightly.

Nearby I hear a flock of birds and their familiar chirping.

An old man is sitting alone on a dark green cliff.

Retiring to this abode, he lets his hair grow gray.

He sighs the past is like the present day—

unpremeditated, like all those rivers flowing east.





122-red pine; 123-henricks; 178-tanahashi; 123-rouzer

Monday, July 9, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 13

Your brushstrokes may be uninhibited
and physique be quite substantial
but alive, there is your limit.
And dead, one is a nameless ghost.
It’s been like this since ancient days.
To struggle now is simply pointless.
So join me here inside white clouds
I’ll teach you timeless mushroom songs.


25-red pine; 19-henricks; 142-tanahashi; 19-rouzer


New Cold Mountain Transcreation 12

On Cold Mountain, there’s just white clouds,
noiseless, still, detached from dust.
My mountain retreat is a seat of grass.
The arc of the moon is my only lamp.
My stone bed overlooks a jade pond.
Tigers and deer make my only neighbors.
I prefer the joys of this hidden home
where living is always outside of form.


287-red pine; 290-henricks; 141-tanahashi; rouzer-292

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 11

I live alone beneath steep fluted cliffs
where the swirling mists amass all day.
In my shelter, dim and unilluminated,
my mind is protected from noise and discord.
In a dream, I pass through immortal gates,
my spirit returning across that slight stone bridge.
I leave behind my heavy quarrels
clang and clash goes the storied cup abandoned on a tree.


48-red pine; 44-henricks; 42-watson; 138-tanahashi

Sunday, July 8, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 10

Cold Mountain cold
freezing even rock—
obscuring mountain green,
revealing whitest snow.
The sun ascends to glow
and soon it all is melting—
presently its warmth
providing for this old visitant.


301-red pine; 305-henricks; 36-tanahashi