Deep on a winding path
to a place beyond knowing
dark white haze above the snow
in the quiet mystery
of morning before dawn
each day alone
another enlightenment
with the years closing in
content to dwell at ease
with change and loss
inhabiting the constant
waiting on the end
going deep into wind
we may not meet again.
—after Hsieh Ling-Yun (385 to 433)
