I sit on a large slab of rock.
The valley stream is icy, cold.
Quietly, joyfully, I take in the enchantment
enveloped in the mists that cling
to empty cliffs.
This is such a still restful place.
The sun is slant and shadows of trees
grow enhanced.
I can see the bottom ground of mind—
a lotus is emerging from the sediment.
264-red
pine; 266-henricks; 219-tanahashi; 267-rouzer
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