Climbing up Cold Mountain, the trail winds on and on
Through, around, over huge boulders
Creeks shroud the grass with mist
The moss is slippery, but not from rain
The pines sing their song, but not from wind.
Come with me.
On mountain tops
We’ll leave the world behind
Among white clouds
We’ll listen to soundless music.
- Han-shan (Also known as Cold Mountain after the mountain on which his hermitage was situated. He was a legendary Taoist hermit monk of 8th and 9th century, famous for his poetry). Heron Dance translation.

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In the cities, one reality.
In the mountains another.
On top of mountains, among white clouds
Sit with me. Together we’ll listen
To the quiet.
- Heron Dance journal note.