Staying in mountains, I gradually awaken to mountain sounds and colors
Fruit growing and flowers open,
I question release from this emptiness.
For a while I’ve wondered, what is the original color?
Blue, yellow, red and white are all in the painting. (Extensive Record, poem 104)

Tomorrow I shall be leaving for Tassajara, and I shall take this poem with me.

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