So many challenges to spring:
Pressing silence and solitude
Hard onto the heart
Snow falls again:
This time on leaf buds
Rhododendrons who know spring will come
This is too much;
I give up on everything:
A landscape that cannot forgive long enough to let me in.
And I am free of every attachment:
I want nothing.
I ask for nothing.
I find myself with everything,
Everything and complete.
Then it happens:
Daffodils drill the earth
Boring holes through hard ground and fallen leaves--
So many needles thrust through the fabric of life
Joining the ground beneath me to heaven.
This is one story, and it is the eternal moment.
And I find myself with everything and complete.