Seeing the Traces

Posted in Poetry/Poetics, Zen on December 3rd, 2007 | Comments (2)

By the stream and under the trees, scattered are the
    traces of the lost;
The sweet-scented grasses are growing thick–did he
    find the way?
However remote over the hills and far away the beast
    may wander,
His nose reaches the heavens and none can conceal it.

2 Responses »

  1. Jill on January 2nd, 2008 at 8:15 pm:

    beautiful…love this site…it is in my favorites and I visit it often.

  2. Christopher on January 3rd, 2008 at 5:16 pm:

    Thanks, Jill!

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