pinhoti national recreation trail / pinhoti millennium legacy trail
a 337.1 mile southern region appalachian trail connector
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2018 alabama ~ georgia
northbound pinhoti trail
dugger mtn wilderness.
trailheads / sections.
al dayhike guides.
nb alabama databook guide.
nb alabama snailtrail guides.
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trail flowers - spring
trail flowers - fall
trail shuttles - hostels.
trail towns - mail drops: ala.
trail water sources.
this n that.
an appalachian trail.
as the crow flies.
black bear safety.
building section 4.
bull - bulls gap.
cave spring, ga.
dr, tom mcgehee.
future section 14.
hiking the pinhoti.
horn mountain tower.
leave no trace.
pinhoti trail project.
prescribed burns: fs.
rebecca mountain: 1.
rebecca mountain: 2.
ridges and highlands.
rock n roll.
shoal creek church.
soul of a hiker.
the ten bulls.
the ramen chronicles.
ultralight gearlist: 2018.
ultralight gearlist: 2008.
wildlife - eco restore.
the ten bulls.
(Reprinted From Copyrighted Material)
ZEN FLESH, ZEN BONES
A Collection of Zen and pre Zen Writings
Charles E. Tuttle Co. Inc. 1957
ISBN 0-8048-0644-6 / 1-800-526-2778
I. The Search for the Bull
In the pasture of this world,
I endlessly push aside the tall grasses in search of the bull.
Following unnamed rivers,
lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains,
My strength failing and my vitality exhausted,
I cannot find the bull.
I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night.
Comment: The bull never has been lost. What need is there to search? Only because of
separation from my true nature, I fail to find him. In the confusion of the senses I lose
even his tracks. Far from home, I see many crossroads, but which way is the right one I
know not. Greed and fear, good and bad, entangle me.
2. Discovering the Footprints
Along the riverbank under the trees,
I discover footprints!
Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints.
Deep in remote mountains they are found.
These traces no more can be hidden than one's nose,
Comment: Understanding the teaching, I see the footprints of the bull. Then I learn that,
just as many utensils are made from one metal, so too are myriad entities made of the
fabric of self. Unless I discriminate, how will I perceive the true from the untrue? Not
yet having entered the gate, nevertheless I have discerned the path.
3. Perceiving the Bull
I hear the song of the nightingale.
The sun is warm, the wind is mild,
willows are green along the shore,
Here no bull can hide!
What artist can draw that massive head,
those majestic horns?
Comment: When one hears the voice, one can sense its source. As soon as the six senses
merge, the gate is entered. Wherever one enters one sees the head of the bull! This
unity is like salt in water, like color in dyestuff. The slightest thing is not apart from self.
4. Catching the Bull
I seize him with a terrific struggle.
His great will and power are inexhaustible.
He charges to the high plateau far above the cloud-mists,
Or in an impenetrable ravine he stands.
Comment: He dwelt in the forest a long time, but I caught him today! Infatuation for
scenery interferes with his direction. Longing for sweeter grass, he wanders away. His
mind still is stubborn and unbridled. If I wish him to submit, I must raise my whip.
5. Taming the Bull
The whip and rope are necessary,
Else he might stray off down some dusty road.
Being well trained, he becomes naturally gentle.
Then, unfettered, he obeys his master.
Comment: When one thought arises, another thought follows. When the first thought
springs from enlightenment, all subsequent thoughts are true. Through delusion, one
makes everything untrue. Delusion is not caused by objectivity; it is the result of
subjectivity. Hold the nose-ring tight and do not allow even a doubt.
6. Riding the Bull Home
Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.
The voice of my flute intones through the evening.
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony,
I direct the endless rhythm.
Whoever hears this melody will join me.
Comment: This struggle is over; gain and loss are assimilated. I sing the song of the village
woodsman, and play the tunes of the children. Astride the bull, I observe the clouds
above. Onward I go, no matter who may wish to call me back.
7. The Bull Transcended
Astride the bull, I reach home.
I am serene. The bull too can rest. The dawn has come.
In blissful repose within my thatched dwelling,
I have abandoned the whip and rope.
Comment: All is one law, not two. We only make the bull a temporary subject. It is as the
relation of rabbit and trap, of fish and net. It is as gold and dross, or the moon emerging
from a cloud. One path of clear light travels on throughout endless time.
8. Both Bull and Self Transcended
Whip, rope, person, and bull -- all merge in No-Thing.
This heaven is so vast no message can stain it.
How may a snowflake exist in a raging fire?
Here are the footprints of the patriarchs.
Comment: Mediocrity is gone. Mind is clear of limitation. I seek no state of
enlightenment. Neither do I remain where no enlightenment exists. Since I linger in
neither condition, eyes cannot see me. If hundreds of birds strew my path with flowers,
such praise would be meaningless.
9. Reaching the Source
Too many steps have been taken
returning to the root and the source.
Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning!
Dwelling in one's true abode, unconcerned with that without --
The river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red.
Comment: From the beginning, truth is clear. Poised in silence, I observe the forms of
integration and disintegration. One who is not attached to "form" need not be "reformed."
The water is emerald, the mountain is indigo, and I see that which is creating and that
which is destroying.
10. In the World
Barefooted and naked of breast,
I mingle with the people of the world.
My clothes are ragged and dust-laden,
and I am ever blissful.
I use no magic to extend my life;
Now, before me, the dead trees become alive.
Comment: Inside my gate, a thousand sages do not know me. The beauty of my garden is
invisible. Why should one search for the footprints of the patriarchs? I go to the market
place with my wine bottle and return home with my staff. I visit the wineshop and the
market, and everyone I look upon becomes enlightened.