For D.T. Suzuki

1.    We do not go into the mountains
2.    to seek solitude. And if we think
3.    that’s what we find there, well,
4.    thinking (sometimes the whole
5.    problem) has a way of mistaking 
6.    the whole for the parts, the lost
7.    for the found. The emptiness
8.    is so deep, even nothing 
9.    can’t fill it. Touching the many 
10.  weeds, we return with no advice.