the curved mountains are at their own
unconcerned, lofty and as is
far and near
and the hills too
gathered and in groups
one here, solitary and a cluster there
some stained by a previous fire,
now most smothered in snow…
and the bamboo, scattered and thin
and resisting and resilient, and the rocks
unmoved, silent, witnessing…
and so it is my mind with all its thoughts
and feelings and emotions, all its clusters of memes
and its storms and violence and depth…
and there is the observing, and there is the silence
that hovers over it all…the stillness that is always waiting,
as the freshness in the mountains and hills
the being as bamboo is what it is