Everyone is looking for footprints in the forest
when the elephant is here inside them
and his footprints have all filled in with snow.
If the buddhadharma is a path to the house
of my awakening, and the falling snow
is the mad monkey mind, I sure have a lot to shovel.
Or I could begin by sitting and sensing the snow
settling as the sky goes cold and clear, and then
walk atop the sparkly surface of my new life.