“Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams
Blue green vistas locked in white clouds
The mist makes my bandana wet
Dew coats my grass cape
My feet climb in straw sandals
My hand holds an old wooden stick
When I gaze down again on the dusty world
It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me”
Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry
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Han-shan 37
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“I am able to approach the Buddhas barefoot and undisturbed, my feet in wet grass, wet sand.”
The Asian Journal of Thomas Merton (1975) Part One : Ceylon / November 29 - December 6.
Context: I am able to approach the Buddhas barefoot and undisturbed, my feet in wet grass, wet sand. Then the silence of the extraordinary faces. The great smiles. Huge and yet subtle. Filled with every possibility, questioning nothing, knowing everything, rejecting nothing, the peace not of emotional resignation but of Madhyamika, of sunyata, that has seen through every question without trying to discredit anyone or anything — without refutation — without establishing some other argument. For the doctrinaire, the mind that needs well-established positions, such peace, such silence, can be frightening.
“And now in my old age, she has again become the girl of my dreams.”
The Women in Our Lives, Sunday Morning Session, General Conference, October 3, 2004
Context: My children and I were at her bedside as she slipped peacefully into eternity. As I held her hand and saw mortal life drain from her fingers, I confess I was overcome. Before I married her, she had been the girl of my dreams, to use the words of a song then popular. She was my dear companion for more than two-thirds of a century, my equal before the Lord, really my superior. And now in my old age, she has again become the girl of my dreams.
"The Floating Cake" (a metaphor for "woman")
Spring Essence (2000)
Thou art gone, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
