Hanshan Quotes About Mountain

Quotes about: Mountain

• When people look for the road in the clouds
  The cloud road disappears
  The mountains are tall and steep
  The streams are wide and still
  Green mountains ahead and behind
  White clouds to east and west
  If you want to find the cloud road
  Seek it within

  Hanshan

  White, Clouds, People

• Cold Mountain Son
  Forever not change
  I live alone
  Beyond life death

  Hanshan

  Son, Forever, Mountain

• I love the joy of mountains Wandering free with no concerns Every day I find food for this old body There's leisure for thinking, nothing to do Often I carry an ancient book Sometimes I climb a rock pavilion To look down a thousand foot precipice Overhead are swirling clouds A cold moon chilly cold My body feels like a flying crane

  Hanshan

  Book, Thinking, Moon

• Someone sits in a mountain vale A robe of clouds, rainbows for tassels The fragrant forest is the place to live The road has been long and difficult With a heart full of doubt and regret A life has passed and nothing has been accomplished Others call it failure I stand alone devoted to this Cold Mountain life

  Hanshan

  Regret, Heart, Clouds

• Often sit alone happy happy
  Thoughts somewhat far gone gone
  Clouds circle mountain soft soft
  Wind through valley swish swish
  Ape in tree bounce bounce
  Bird in forest chirp chirp
  Time turns hair gray gray
  Winter is here sad sad

  Hanshan

  Winter, Hair, Wind

• Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew coats my grass cape My feet climb in straw sandals My hand holds an old wooden stick When I gaze down again on the dusty world It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me

  Hanshan

  Beautiful, Dream, Clouds

• If you're looking for a place to rest Cold Mountain is good for a long stay The breeze blowing through the dark pines Sounds better the closer you come And under the trees a white haired man Mumbles over his Taoist texts Ten years now he hasn't gone home He's even forgotten the road he came by

  Hanshan

  Home, Dark, Men

• Men ask the way to Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.

  Hanshan

  Men, Mountain, Way

  Paul Kahn, Hanshan, Gary Snyder (1989). “Han Shan in English”, White Pine Pr

• How wonderful is Cold Mountain Climbers are all afraid The moon shines on clear water twinkle twinkle Wind rustles the tall grass Plum trees flower in the snow Bare twisted trees have clouds for foliage A touch of rain brings it all alive Unless you see clearly do not approach

  Hanshan

  Rain, Flower, Moon

• If you want a peaceful place to dwell Cold Mountain is guaranteed forever A light wind blows softly in the pines The sound is good when you are close One old man sits beneath the trees Reading Lao Tzu and Huang Ti, mumbling I could not find the world if I searched ten years I've forgotten the road by which I came

  Hanshan

  Reading, Blow, Men

• I dreamed a place where I have come to dwell Cold Mountain says it all Monkeys scream, the valley fog is cold My door blends with the color of the peaks I gather leaves and thatch a hut among the pines Dig a pond and lead a trickle from the brook Long ago I left the world behind Eating ferns I pass the years in peace

  Hanshan

  Fog, Doors, Long Ago

• Climb the steep Cold Mountain way Roads to Cold Mountain are many and never ending The valleys are long and deep, the peaks piled high The streams are wide, the grass is thick The moss is slippery though there is no rain The pines sigh though there is no wind Who can escape the snares of the world And come to sit with me among the white clouds?

  Hanshan

  Rain, Clouds, Wind

• Old and sick, more than one hundred years Face haggard, hair white, I'm happy to still live in the mountains A cloth covered phantom watching the years flow by Why envy people with clever ways of living?

  Hanshan

  Clever, Hair, Years

• Cold Mountain is hidden in white clouds It's peaceful to be cut off from the busy world I use dry grass for cushions in my mountain home My only light is the round moon My bed is the rock beside the green pool Tigers and deer are my companions I delight in this happy peaceful life Forever beyond the world of men

  Hanshan

  Home, Cutting, Men

• Since I retired to Cold Mountain I've lived by eating mountain fruits What is there to worry about? Life passes according to karma The months pass like a flowing stream Days and nights like sparks from flint Heaven and earth endlessly change While I sit happily among these cliffs

  Hanshan

  Karma, Night, Worry

• If your house has Cold Mountain poems They are better for you than sutras Hang them up where you can see them Read them and read them again

  Hanshan

  House, Mountain, Cold

• There is a Precious Mountain
  Even the Seven Treasures cannot compare
  A cold moon rises through the pines
  Layer upon layer of bright clouds
  How many towering peaks?
  How many wandering miles?
  The valley streams run clear
  Happiness forever!

  Hanshan

  Running, Moon, Clouds

• I settled at Cold Mountain long ago Already it seems like ages Wandering free I roam the woods and streams Lingering to watch things be themselves Men don't come this far into the mountains Where white clouds gather and billow Dry grass makes a comfortable mattress The blue sky is a fine quilt Happy to pillow my head on the rock I leave heaven and earth to endless change

  Hanshan

  Quilts, Men, Rocks

• People ask the way to Cold Mountain Roads do not go through Summer arrives yet the ice has not melted Though the sun is out it's foggy and dim How did I arrive here? My mind and yours are not the same When our minds are one You will be here too

  Hanshan

  Summer, Ice, People

• Tiers of mountains
  Cold wind feet
  Not need fan
  Ice cold through
  Moon shines bright
  Mist covers everything
  Sit all alone
  One old man

  Hanshan

  Moon, Men, Ice

• When you live on Cold Mountain long enough the autumns pass quickly When you live alone you have no worries When you leave the doors open no one bothers you The bubbling stream runs forever In the cave a clay pot boils over a fire on the ground A wandering breeze stirs the fragrant pines When hungry I eat one simple meal And lean against the rock in complete harmony

  Hanshan

  Running, Autumn, Simple

• I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting, I read books, I sang songs of history, And today I've come home to Cold Mountain To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.

  Hanshan

  Song, Book, Home

• As for me, I delight in the every day Way Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves Here in the wilderness I am completely free With my friends, the white clouds, idling forever There are roads, but they do not reach the world Since I am mindless, who can rouse my thoughts On a bed of stone I sit, alone in the night While a round moon climbs up Cold Mountain

  Hanshan

  Moon, Night, Clouds

• Cold Mountain cold Ice freezes rock Mountains are green Snow is white Sun shines bright Every thing melt Every thing warm Warms old man

  Hanshan

  Men, Shine Bright, Rocks

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