I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting, I read books, I sang songs of history, And today I've come home to Cold Mountain To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.

Cold Mountain Son Forever not change I live alone Beyond life death

Though face and form alter with the years, I hold fast to the pearl of my mind.

I took a walk, Suddenly I stood still, filled with the realization that I had no body or mind. All I could see was one great illuminating Whole - omnipresent, perfect, lucid and serene.

If your house has Cold Mountain poems They are better for you than sutras Hang them up where you can see them Read them and read them again

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.

Tiers of mountains Cold wind feet Not need fan Ice cold through Moon shines bright Mist covers everything Sit all alone One old man

Cold Mountain cold Ice freezes rock Mountains are green Snow is white Sun shines bright Every thing melt Every thing warm Warms old man

Patience is hard when your very soul cries for freedom.

Loneliness is a hell of a drug.

You might not believe in the devil, but do you believe evil lurks in this world?

He who becomes his most truthful self, becomes the leader for everyone else.

Smartphones can relay patients' data to hospital computers in a continuous stream. Doctors can alter treatment regimens remotely, instead of making patients come in for a visit.

Sometimes you need an anchor, whatever it might be. You need a space to connect. So often you get into a way of doing things.

I guess one of the great agonies of life is that we are constantly trying to finish that which is unfinishable

Music is not material. Music is Spiritual.

Against those skilled in attack, an enemy does not know where to defend; against the experts in defense, the enemy does not know where to attack.

In fiction 'issues' are accidental, sometimes incidental. The place and the people it creates are paramount.