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Tour 2019 – day 11

To glorify the Way what should people turn to to words and deeds that agree but oceans of greed never fill up and sprouts of delusion keep growing plum trees in bloom cleanse a recluse a garden of taro cheers a lone monk those who follow rules in their huts never see the Way past the mountains -Stonehouse translated by Red Pine in The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse On the spine of the world I…

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Tour 2019 – day 10

220 Everyone who glimpses Cold Mountain starts complaining about insane winds, about a look human eyes can’t endure and a shape nothing but tattered robes. They can’t fathom these words of mine. Theirs I won’t even mention. I just tell all those busy people bustling around: come face Cold Mountain for a change. -Han Shan translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home We could have come so very far, in at least as many years I spent some…

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Tour 2009 – day 9

9 People ask about Cold Mountain Way. Cold Mountain Road gives out where confusions of ice outlast summer skies and sun can’t thin mists of blindness. So how did someone like me get here? My mind’s just not the same as yours: if that mind of yours were like mine, you’d be right here in the midst of this. -Han Shan translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home I drag them from the mountain top Camping at 6500…

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Tour 2019 – Day 8

Evening View Already, at South Tower: evening stillness. In the darkness, a few forest birds astir. The bustling city-wall sinks out of sight— deeper, deeper. Just four mountain peaks. -Wei Ying-wu translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home Path to Heaven I had a lot of errands to run in Helena as after a week of touring my supplies were pretty low. I found almost everything i needed as well as having a bit of…

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Tour 2019 – Day 7

Fringes of Mist, a Bell Where does it begin? All remote solitude, all recluse distances bidding dusk farewell, it follows thought’s landscape far and wide, scatters out and drifts thinning mist away. Glimpsed in the still night of autumn wilds, a lone mountain monk wanders back home. -Wei Ying-wu translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home And the shadow glides below The nights get pretty cold but this days clear blue sky was going to bring temperatures to…

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Tour 2019 – Day 6

Reverence-Pavilion Mountain, Sitting Alone The birds have vanished into deep skies. A last cloud drifts away, all idleness. Inexhaustible, this mountain and I gaze at each other, it alone remaining. -Li Po translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home The Adventures of Huckleberry Pass From my abode at the horse camp along the Montour River I fairly quickly descend out of the woods and into vast open space. Mountains all around, rolling pasture land in a vast bowl…

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Tour 2019 – day 5

12 Far off to the south are peaks like Pine-Needle and Nest-Hen, Halcyon-Knoll and Brimmed-Stone, Harrow and Spire Ridges faced together, Elder and Eye-Loft cleaving summits. When you go deep, following a winding river to its source, you’re soon bewildered, wandering a place beyond knowing: cragged peaks towering above stay lost in confusions of mist, and depths sunken away far below surge and swell in a blur. –Hsieh Ling-yün,  translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home Into Green…

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Tour 2019 – day 3 and 4

Dwelling in the Mountains 6 Here where I live, lakes on the left, rivers on the right, you leave islands, follow shores back to mountains out front, ridges behind. Looming east and toppling aside west, they harbor ebb and flow of breath, arch across and snake beyond, devious churning and roiling into distances, clifftop ridgelines hewn flat and true. -Hsieh Ling-yün, translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home Mountains in the Mists While I got…

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Tour 2019 – day 2

Turning Seasons Turning seasons turning wildly away, morning’s majestic calm unfolds. Out in spring clothes, I roam eastern fields. Lingering clouds sweep mountains clean. Gossamer mist blurs open skies. And soon, feeling south winds, young grain ripples like wings. – T’ao Ch’ien, translated by David Hilton’s in Mountain Home On the path The train arrives Whitefish early Tuesday morning and after preloading my bicycle I wader Whitefish for some time, see what’s changed sine 2012.…

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Tour 2019 – Day 1

“Nature” calls up a false dichotomy between human and nature, and “landscape” suggests a picturesque realm seen from a spectator’s distance—but the Chinese wilderness is nothing less than a dynamic cosmology in which humans participate in the most fundamental way. -David Hinton, Mountain Home Tucking up my robes I journey southward to Seattle Journey’s into mountains are pilgrimages to sacred places. Mountain practice is following the way. The first stage of this journey involves making…

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