Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Come let's go
snow viewing
'till we're buried


I just thought such an austere winter day called for an austere old poem. If this one by the old Japanese Taoist doesn't do it for you, then how about one from the somewhat young Californian Taoist, Gary Snyder:


in the blue night frost haze,

the sky glows with the moon

pine tree tops

bend snow-blue,

fade into sky, frost, starlight.

the creak of boots.

rabbit tracks, deer tracks,

what do we know.


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