Snow Valley

Each drifting snowflake
             falls nowhere
                          but here and now
Under the settling flowers of ice
             the water is flowing
                          bright and clear
The cold stream
             splashes out
                          the Buddha’s words
             the stone tortoise
                          from its sleep

From Sun at Midnight: Poems and Letters (Copper Canyon Press, 2013).

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All on My Own I’m Happy,” a poem by Musō Soseki

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