"Water does not run uphill. Wind does not blow backwards." I mention to Chung Tzu.
The light changes over the surface of the lake. I can see ripples spreading, as the wind blows. Dry reeds bend, from last summer. The new reeds will be pushing through.
"Ahem." he says.
"Where do these thoughts come from?" I ask him sincerely.
"Water flows. Wind blows. Mind plays at flowing, blowing." Chung Tzu says.
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Afternoon
View of the Pond
MN
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