A Buddhist monk named Han Shan got tired of life in the monastery and moved off to the wilderness. He wrote verses expressing his thoughts about life on rocks and trees, which were collected and assembled in a text called Cold Mountain.
The clear water sparkles like crystal, you can see through it easily, right to the bottom. My mind is free from every thought, nothing in the myriad realms can move it. Since it cannot be wantonly roused, forever and forever it will stay unchanged. When you have learned to know […]
Talking about food won’t make you full, babbling of clothes won’t keep out the cold. A bowl of rice is what fills the belly; it takes a suit of clothing to make you warm. And yet, without stopping to consider this, you complain that Buddha is hard to find. Turn […]
High, high from the summit of the peak, whatever way I look, no limit in sight! No one knows I am sitting here alone. A solitary moon shines in the cold spring. Here in the spring – this is not the moon. The moon is where it always is – […]