Cold Mountain is the popular name of the famous Chinese poet, Hanshan whose history is a bit elusive, but lived long, long ago in a place far, far away…from me, anyway. I’m interested in the thought that his poems were written on rocks, evidently pen and paper not be available, or perhaps not invented yet. In any case, beauty must find a way to be expressed from within its creator. I like this verse, as it speaks to the vanity, even selfishness, of too much solitude, of not allowing your voice to be heard. (Yet another reason I appreciate WordPress…)
If you’re still and never speak
what will posterity have to relate
if you hide in the woods and swamps
how will your wisdom reveal itself
withering isn’t healthy
wind and frost bring early ills
a clay ox plowing a rocky field
will never see a harvest day
From: The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain
Translated by Red Pine ©2000 by Bill Porter
Copper Canyon Press
How very true this is. Our Father expects us to go forth and spread his Word. We can’t do that if we remain silent.
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Oh I can see why you love that! Share your gifts with others…dare to be amazing!! 🙂
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