One Hundred Thousand

I’m not sure what to make of it.

But as I write this I am two hits on this blog shy of having been visited one hundred thousand times.

This is my one thousand forty-seventh post in that time.

Which, by the by, began on a Friday, September the 8th, 2006. I began with a poem from Hanshan.

Here’s another, this one in Red Pine’s translation…

Since I came to Cold Mountain
how many thousand years have passed?
Accepting my fate I fled to the woods,
to dwell and gaze in freedom.
No one visits the cliffs
forever hidden by clouds.
Soft grass serves as a mattress,
my quilt is the dark blue sky.
A boulder makes a fine pillow;
Heaven and Earth can crumble and change.