A long time ago, and I just remembered it recently for some reason, when I used the Opera browser for awhile, there was this lovely odd thing. 304 more words
5 days, 13 hours
Remembering the Sacred Self
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on;
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. 349 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
Since I came to Cold Mountain,
I’ve fed my destiny on mountain fruits.
What cares could there be in an ordinary life?
I’ll simply follow mine through … 52 more words
1 month, 3 weeks