Winter 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 2000 |

Zen Painting

In the vastness, wind; at the gate, doubt.  Trout-lilies grow among mosses. Mountainous terrain, mountainous uncertainty.           What assumptions do we carry precariously, as if balancing water? And to what end      but to meet the future halfway, like an animal come to rest on a ledge, calmly staring with human eyes down the perplexity of space—what Rilke says—When they move, they move already in      eternity, like fountain.

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