it was April
remember
we were standing
on the temple terrace
the cherry-tree abloom
an easterly breeze
unpetalling its flowers
as we looked beyond the pond
at misty southern ranges
-what never changes
impermanence everywhere
-that which always changes
question and answer
simply seeing
seamless
mind and mind
no mind
just hearing
sound of one hand
echoing in the valley
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