POETRY: EMPTINESS/A DUAL WINTER DELIGHT

The feathery snowflakes fell to earth
     Throughout the Winter night,

     And by the following morning
       The countryside was white.

      A quiet beauty filled the air
        Across the country land

  But then the wind began to blow;
       Snow drifted like the sand.

 The winds created snow drifts high
            In various designs.

Huge snowdrifts, snowdrifts everywhere,
            But just one of a kind,

 The downy flakes that fell from Heaven
     Brought with them delight...

             A terra firma coverlet
      And snowdrifts, sculpture-like.


        Author Loise Pinkerton Fritz

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Emptiness is a name for nothingness.
A name for ungraspability.

A name for mountains, rivers, the whole earth.
It is also called the real form.

In the green of the pines.
The twist of the brambles.

There is no going or coming:
In the red of the flowers.

And the white of the snow.
There is no birth and no death.

Ryusai.

BOTH RE-POSTS WINTER 2016