Rock-Medicine is, as you know the name of the crystal and gem system that I have been sharing and teaching for 30 years. Ten years after I had begun calling it Rock Medicine, someone found this poem written by the hermit and poet of the T’ang Dynasty (618 – 906), Han Shan. This poem was discovered and translated, unbeknownst to me, two years after I started my work.
From the 300-Missing Poems of Han Shan
#217 (750 AD – Tang Dynasty Scriptures)
This Rock Medicine is not a cure for
the imaginary ailment that keeps
the preachers in business.
It supports neither hope
nor despair, indulges
no notions of mistaken
identity, seeks no success
and avoids no failure.
It’s Rock Medicine, with
nothing to recommend it.
It is neither a method
nor remedy.
Because it is freely available
to all, it is most common.
Since its value is unknown,
it is priceless.
A treatment of Rock Medicine
accomplishes nothing, incites
no transformation, stirs no
secret power, confers no
exultation. Thus, it is
truly of no use -
the ultimate
medicine of last resort.
It has no grand master, nor initiated
practitioners, nor evangelizing
proponents, and thus remains
obscure to the meaning-making
mind of attraction and aversion,
affirmation and denial,
need and satisfaction.
With no image to preserve,
it will never become
famous, admired, or
despised.
It belongs to nobody, nor
can anything be added to it
or subtracted from it.
It neither expands with time
nor contracts with space.
Preceding history, it
has no precedent, and
thus is ever new.
Since it can neither be learned
nor forgotten, it is without
any quality worthy of
praise or complaint.
Beyond compare, it cannot
be described by simile or
metaphor.
Unnoticed in the commotion of
worldly affairs, it will
quietly do its job.
Impartial to both the
wise and the ignorant,
it leaves no trace behind.
Once considered a mythical personality, the discovery of his poetry has bonded his tangible existance in history. More about the man:
