Pine Trees After Shōrin-zu byōbu, ink on paper, by Hasegawa Tōhaku, circa 1595 Nothing gilded — no blossoms no brush black needles white mountain black trunk black branches sand wind snow stream mist pebbles roots soil salt air memory — swaying almost there my son.
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Another good one. Great ending.
Reminds me of one of my favorite books, Zen Flesh Zen Bones, by Paul Reps. The closing line has the flavor of a Zen teaching. It takes you out of the preceding flow and makes your mind jump to a new place. Transcendental.