Saturday, February 06, 2010

KOAN

Encaustic Wax Monotype - S. Auberle
Snow on the south side
is melting tonight
in brown patches
scattered among the white.
Smoke rises
from the neighbor's house
joining a cloud
drifting over the mountain
where snow still lies deep.
I imagine Ryokan,
the Zen monk,
two hundred years ago
in his solitary hut,
a fire made only of leaves
that blew to his door.
His brush shivers
across the precious paper:
Evening in the deep mountains
all covered in white snow;
I feel everything vanish,
yes, my soul and body too...
The snow is melting tonight
in brown patches
scattered among the white.
Smoke vanishes into a cloud.
Why should we lament our passing?
~mimi

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