Winter solitude -
In a world of one color
The sound of wind.
- Basho
Just being here,
I am here,
And the snow falls.
- Issa
Loneliness, my everyday life.
The sweeping winds pass on the night-bell sound.
- Ching An
of things awful, artificial, and amusing
About Me
The white clouds are fascinated with the green mountain's foundation. The bright moon cherishes being carried along with the flowing water. The clouds part and the mountains appear. The moon sets and the water is cool. –– Dogen Zenji
Eusebius
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