When we convene again
to understand the world,
the first speaker will …
point silently out of the window
at the hillside in its season,
sunlit, under the snow,
and we will nod silently,
and silently stand and go.
Wendell Berry , Those Awake
I settled at Cold Mountain a while ago, already it seems like years and years.
Freely drifting, I wander the woods and streams
And sit there, watching things themselves; I am satisfied.
Not many come this far into the mountains,
White clouds sometimes touch and pass, thin grass does for a mattress,
The blue sky makes a good cover, a stone under my head. I am happy
I’ll let heaven and earth go about their changes.
Han Shan, Cold Mountain, poem 12