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 – in the sky above.
And though I sing this one little song,
In the song there is no Zen.
I am starting to gather my thoughts and material for the upcoming retreats at Tassajara. There is always room for a mountain poem or two.
3 thoughts on “Han-shan”
I’ve chewed on these words, more than a few times. My comprehension — when we are ourselves that is when Zen is Zen. So, in Han-Shan’s poem — ‘And though I sing this one little song, In the song there is no Zen,’ has thrown me for a loop. Maybe if I continue to chew, just maybe I’ll digest. Thanks for the post
Do you have zen, Shalamah?
Thanks for this question, Shundo. Yes, I have zen! And yes, I don’t have zen!