Cold Mountain Poem Sixteen by Han-Shan Translated by Gary Snyder

Cold Mountain is a house Without beams or walls The six doors left and right are open The hall is blue sky. The rooms all vacant and vague The East wall beats on the West wall At the center nothing.

Borrowers don’t bother me In the cold I build a little fire When I’m hungry I boil up some greens. I’ve got no use for the Kulak With his big barn and pasture- He just sets up a prison for himself. Once in he can’t get out. Think it over- You know it might happen to you. ————————————— Maybe the unintended consequences of the Reset will be 500 Million uncontrollable enlightened “slaves” lol.