“Above Cold Mountain the moon shines alone in a clear sky it illuminates nothing at all precious heavenly priceless jewel buried in the skandhas submerged in the body” — Han-shan Copy Share Image
But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
