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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7839)	7/27/2001 12:12:55 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13015

One narrow path Surrounded by a dense forest; On all sides, Mountains lie in darkness. The autumn leaves Have already fallen. No rain, but still The rocks are dark with moss. Returning to my hermitage Along a way known to few, I carry a basket Of fresh mushrooms And a jar of pure water From the temple well. - Ryokan (1758-1831) The question clear, The answer deep, Each particle, Each instant a reality. A bird call shrills Through the mountain dawn: Look where the old master sits, A rock in Zen. - Sodo (1841–1925) Unaware of illusion Or enlightenment, From this stone I watch The mountains, hear the stream. A three-day rain has Cleansed the earth, A roar of thunder split the sky. Ever serene are linked phenomena And though the mind’s alert, It’s but an ash heap. Chilly, bleak as the dusk I move through, I return, a basket brimmed With peaches on my arm. - Genko (1505) So taken with The faultless face and radiance Of an alluring moon, My mind goes farther… farther… To reach remote regions of the sky. - Saigyo (1118–1190) You ask me why I stay On this blue mountain? I smile but do not answer. My mind is at ease! Peach blossoms And flowing streams Pass away without a trace. How different from The mundane world! - Li P’o (701–762) I climb the road to Cold Mountain, the road to Cold Mountain that never ends. The valleys are long and strewn with stones; the streams broad and banked with thick grass. Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen; pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind. Who can break from the snares of the world and sit with me among the white clouds? - Han-shan