I know my way to North River, Trudging through the snow-covered Stubbly cornfield to see and hear Buddha, wondering, Whose tiny footprints are in my backyard? January thaw will reveal the Buddha nature— The hazy sky spitting snow, mounds of snow on the sidewalk, And the powdery pebbles around the edges of the river. The … Continue reading Psalms of Buddha in my Palms
Ring of Fire 