Snow piles up against my door; at night I tend the stove This body is here and yet it is almost as if it wasn’t I wonder where the days and months have gone Every time I look back at the world another year has died
Snow piles up against my door; at night I tend the stove This body is here and yet it is almost as if it wasn’t I wonder where the days and months have gone Every time I look back at the world another year has died
Shundo David Haye - Zen Priest 
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