how an hour on the trail

makes you lose your heaviness

how a thermos of green tea

relights the inner moon and sun

how the sudden appearance

of mountain azaleas

stir the same feelings

that lovers used to

how a sudden Spring gust

through freshly unfurled leaves

carries an anthem of renewal

how a day of ch’an-dào-sitting

rings out of your old-rag-self

any worldly ambition,

leaves you with nothing

but the abiding glow of knowing

it was enough

simply to have been here

for a while.