The Mountain and I

"The birds have vanished from the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains."
(Li Po, The Poetry of Zen)

Along the shade

Along the trail's edge
beside a sparkling river
in the willow shade,
I lingered to take a nap-
lingered, and I'm still here.

Fuzzy

Did you ever see you path this way? You know it's there, but you can quite tell what's at the end...