MANIFESTATIONS JOURNAL

Writing Across Spiritual Traditions

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The Guardians

I’m on the trail to Cold Mountain.

Cold Mountain trail never ends.

Long clefts thick with rock and stones,

Wide streams buried in dense grass.

Slippery moss, but there’s been no rain,

Pine trees sigh, but there’s no wind.

Who can leap the world’s net,

Sit here in the white clouds with me?

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Issue Muse: Muhyiddin Ibn ‘Arabi

Site Guardians: Han Shan and Shi De