When I Was Young
When I was young
and it was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling,
I used to walk deep into the forest,
under great white pines,
following deer and rabbit tracks until they disappeared,
or until I found, under the thickest branches,
what was almost a small dry cave or cavern
with a floor of brown needles.
There, I’d sit down,
clasping my hands around my knees
to watch snow falling.
I taught myself, for hours,
to watch snow falling.
-from THE ZEN MASTER POEMS
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