When Zen master Fa-ch'an was dying, a squirrel screeched on the roof. It's "just this" he said, "and nothing more."
Snow Cold Flakes (Richard Fisher)
Snow cold flakes
gather warmth
insulating my thoughts
against melting
changes on
the morrow.
Tomorrow now-morrow
no-morrow
ever again
each flake a star
in a galaxy of universes
falling into a well
disappears in
change.
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