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RE: Winter Game :: Haiku of Japan #80
Almost makes me feel like "curling" . . . up with a book indoors... Love ice in a box (to keep my peas frozen). I challenge you and me both to stop thinking for a bit! However, the frozen pond didn't stop Okamoto Kazuhiko from thinking up this haiku - what is not a sliding stone to a poet?
The curse of being a poet—Buddha mind is forever out of reach as we just can't stop thinking. Your koan might help. What is not a sliding stone to a poet? Indeed!
Plop. Ice melts.