Snowing Again
snowflake on my lips,
melting; each ice crystal tin-
melting; each ice crystal tin-
-gles until it is gone
Written by a practitioner of mathematics, philosophy, taiji, gluten-free cooking, chant, meditation, gardening, and renovation, with no particular end in mind. Were there an end, it would come too soon, and the Path would cease to Wander.
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