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 Continue reading “Cold Mountain”