Lone tree in the Lava beds near Medicine Lake, California.

The flowing water makes the still mountain move;
the vivid trees make the obdurate stone alive.
– Shitao

I am making a mental note to do a post about yesterdays outing to the Lava Beds and Glass Mountain. The barren landscape holds exquisite depth and aliveness which this poem encapsulates so well.

When I am gone
And the house seems empty
Do not thou,
O plum tree by the eaves
The Spring forget.
See Honouring The Buddha post

Monk: What happens when the leaves are falling, and the tree is bare?
Unmon: The golden wind, revealed!
(Hegikan Roku, The Blue Cliff Record)

Thanks to Harvey for this quote which he posted in the comments. Much appreciated.

On Faith from Mugo on Vimeo.

This video was recorded while on a hike to Deadfall Lakes.

Dead tree on the way to Dead Falls Lakes

Does a dragon still sing from within a withered tree?
– Dogen

Went on a hike today
Heart/mind singing
thoughts…
Video tomorrow.