Saturday, September 8, 2012

I Sketch a Map in a Cup of Tea

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Travellers wonder how to reach Cold Mountain.

No road stretches so far; the streams end far below.
Summer ice darkens the grees.
Sunrise labours to burn off the mist.

How did a gray squat thing like me arrive?
I make my journey sitting still. 

- 寒山, Hanshan "Cold Mountain"

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