Newly sprung leaves
Contrast with low clouds and falling snow

Apocalyptic and beautiful 

Reading the Tao of Pooh 
I see the word from my dream


Alone it had no relevance 

But with this passage 

One more thing about knowledge… it always wants to 
blame the mind of the un-carved block-what it calls ignorance…

I understand

Twelve years of looking at gods

Trying to find 
The way

When all I had to do 
Was just be