People ask for the road to Cold Mountain,
 but no road reaches Cold Mountain.
 Summer sky -- still ice won't melt.
 The sun comes out but gets obscured by mist.
 Imitating me, where does that get you?
 My mind isn't like yours.
 When your mind is like mine
 You can enter here.

Translated by Kazuaki Tanahashi & David Schneider in Essential Zen (1994) SanFransisco: HarperCollins, p. 2