Poetry and Spirituality Nothing is without voice I climb the road to Cold Mountain Hidden under all forms of thought Song of the Sky Loom Beneath the autumn sky The Great Sea Flower in the Crannied Wall A fish cannot drown in water The water is clear The rivers all in Paradise We only came to sleep Where I wander—You! Silently a flower blooms

slide 3 of 14 I climb the road to Cold Mountain, The road to Cold Mountain that never ends. The valleys are long and strewn with stones; The stream broad and banked with thick grass. Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen; Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind. Who can break from the snares of the world And sit with me among the white clouds? — Han Shan