Honey Bee On Elegant Lupin — Image by kenne
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My home was at Cold Mountain from the start,
Rambling among the hills, far from trouble.
Gone, and a million things leave no trace
Loose, and it flows through the galaxies
A fountain of light, into the very mind—
Not a thing, and yet it appears before me:
Now I know the pearl of the Buddha-nature
Know its use: a boundless perfect sphere.
— Gary Snyder
23 — from Gary Snyder’s Cold Mountain Poems
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