translated by Burton Watson is one of my favorite recent acquisitions.
Somehow I find it strangely comforting that I share so many thoughts in common with a Buddhist poet-priest born in 1118. In this sense, at least, the soul does, indeed, seem eternal, and mankind, no matter what its heritage, shares common feelings and emotions.
I seldom snowshoe or cross-country ski alone, but I often experience feelings of being strangely alone when Im in the mountains. Perhaps it is the fact that we often travel trails that have not been broken by anyone else or perhaps it is merely the aesthetics of snow stretching out seemingly forever, but, for whatever the reason, I have been attracted to this feeling of being alone in the snow-covered mountains for many years now.
of this snowfall,
obliterating the mountain trail
just when I wanted to be alone!
Though the snow-covered mountains covered in a comforting blanket of beauty seem strangely suited to meditation, the biting wind can quickly bring you back to experience the reality of a harsh, and at times unforgiving, reality.
In a mountain village
when I’m lost in the dark
of the mind’s dreaming,
the sound of the wind
blows me to brightness.
Considering how easy it is to get lost in the wanderings of the mind, all its fears and doubts, it does, indeed, seem strangely comforting to be directly caught by the moment, to see things directly and in new ways.
And, then, there is always the sense of relief at leaving the world behind. Since even cell phones dont reach the mountains where we ski, there is little danger of the real world intruding on our reveries.
Not stopping to mark the trail,
let me push even deeper
into the mountain!
Perhaps there’s a place
where bad news can never reach me!