My true home is on Cold Mountain perched among cliffs beyond the reach of trouble images leave no trace when they vanish I roam the whole universe from here lights and shadows flash across my mind not one dharma appears before me since I found this magic pearl I can go anywhere everywhere is perfect.
From The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain translated by Red Pine
My true home is deep ocean. My substance surrenders To moon's inexorable pull, And land succumbs to my touch. My currents shape the air above finding their way to Cold Mountain. From the boiling cauldrons of my depths Springs forth new life.
Edited by - whippoorwill on Mar 24 2014 2:15:45 PM