An Untied Boat
Once I moved to Cold Mountain, everything was at rest.
No more useless, mixed-up thinking.
In idleness, I write my poems on stone walls,
accepting whatever happens like an untied boat.
What are you noticing about the clarity of your mind? Your level of acceptance of that which is?
for Mindful Monday
Source: The Complete Cold Mountain: Poems of the Legendary Hermit Hanshan, translated by Kazuaki Tanahashi and Peter Levitt. Boulder, CO: Shambhala Publications, p. 16
Photo credit: "Drifting Boat 09," Brent Ozar, 2006.