Sabbath morning.
Do nothing for one hour.
Then see how the world dances
like mountains in mist.

Groping for what I already am, 
getting rid of what I never carried, 
how much energy is wasted
which could better be spent gazing 
at the clouds on Granite Peak. 

Nothing to attain, 
nothing to renounce.
This I learn from dripping cedars 
in white emptiness.

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