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    I sit on top of a boulder
    the stream is icy cold
    quiet joys hold a special
       charm
    bare cliffs in the fog
       enchant
    this is such a restful place
    the sun goes down
      and tree shadows sprawl
    I watch the ground
      of my mind
    and a lotus comes out
       of the mud
    The Collected Songs
      of Cold Mountain

Trails

May 11th, 2006 by jack

Sometimes one can see where one needs to go, or where the path leads. Sometimes not.

On those occasions, when there seems to be a path worth commenting on, it will be posted here.

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