People ask the way to Cold Mountain
but Cold Mountain isn’t attainable
by road—
in summer the ice never melts,
when the sun’s out, it’s hidden by
fog.
How did one like myself get here,
you ask?
Maybe my heart and yours aren’t the
same.
If your heart were the same as mine
you’d already be here inside.
(from
the translations of RP-16, RH-226, BW-82, GS-6)
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