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Sunday, August 7, 2016

With Body or Without - Meditating with Han Shan on Cold Mountain

This poem by Han Shan strikes me as one of the finest poems about meditation I’ve yet to come across.  Sitting atop of Cold Mountain, Han Shan literally and spiritually became one with his surroundings. As he describes the experience, spirit separates from flesh, in a joyful celebration of meditative death.

* * * *
With body or without
Endowed with self or
Once again unbounded
In this way
Thoughts come and go
As for a long while
Under this rock ledge
I sit completely relaxed
My foot extends lifeless
Amidst these shoots
Of soft green grass
Here at the very summit
The mortal world
Falls into decay
And following
The custom
Among mankind
Fresh wines and fruits
Are now bestowed
Upon the deathbed
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1 comment:

  1. "Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among the clouds?"