[ No-Mind ]

August 11, 2012

A turn or two I’ll walk to still my beating mind.
—The Tempest

A foundation for fools: a lust for consciousness.
What you can think about is thought, that’s all.
Just a quiet wind blowing through the pines:
thought is a rope to pull up after you have climbed
the mountain: thought is all we can bequeath.
Cold Mountain Road gives out where
confusions of ice outlast summer heat
and sun can’t thin mists of blindness.
*


* David Hinton’s translation. Cold Mountain. Classical Chinese  Poetry.  Gary Snyder: ‘Cold Mountain: there’s no through trail/ In summer, ice doesn’t melt/ The rising sun blurs in  swirling fog/

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One Response to “[ No-Mind ]”

  1. Anna Mark Says:

    My favourite line in this one is: thought is a rope to pull up after you have climbed.

    I hope it’s not a mistake to say that thought could also be a rope to climb back down after we have straightened out all the knots and tangles. I suppose it depends on the nature or height of the climb?


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