Han-shan

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.

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3 thoughts on “Han-shan

  1. I’ve chewed on these words, more than a few times. My comprehension ā€” when we are ourselves that is when Zen is Zen. So, in Han-Shan’s poem ā€” ‘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

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