The Bilious Young Fogey quotes a Japanese poem that beautifully captures the spirit of the past day. After a day of icy rain, the sun came out in a brilliant sky and, for a while before the ice melted, the trees were filled with diamonds. These are the days that stay with you long after the season has come and gone. Days of joy after a bitter season.
Even the ice that shackles the rocks has begun to melt this morning--the water under the moss will be seeking a pathway. The Priest SaigyoRead his commentary here.
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