The remaining snow still covers the temple-yard. Severe cold of this spring threatens my old bones. I am too lazy to speak of birth and death, or nirvana. I only sit on the Southern verandah, taking a sun bath with a potted plum tree.
The remaining snow still covers the temple-yard. Severe cold of this spring threatens my old bones. I am too lazy to speak of birth and death, or nirvana. I only sit on the Southern verandah, taking a sun bath with a potted plum tree.
Shundo David Haye - Zen Priest 
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