Red Pine

A Cold Mountain Poem

The Mind  |  The Monastery  |  The University   |   Kristine Go  |   August 9, 2011, 4:52 pm

Today I sat before the cliff, sat a long time till mists had cleared. A single thread, the clear stream runs cold; a thousand yards the green peaks lift their heads. We just posted a new slide show featuring the majestic mountains of Canada and a poem by Cold Mountain (寒山), which was masterfully translated [...]