Ten thousand trees freeze, just about
to crack.
One lone tree only, warm, reviving:
in the nearby village, deep in snow,
last night one branch came into bloom.
Of course the Dharma-body of the Buddha was the hedge at the bottom of the garden. At the same time, and no less obviously, it was these flowers, it was anything that Iâ€..?or rather the blessed Not-Iâ€..?cared to look at.