The Snow Man,
by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
and have been cold a long time to behold the junipers shagged with ice, the spruces rough in the distant glitter
of the January sun; and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves,
which is the sound of the land full of the same wind that is blowing in the same bare place
for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Emptiness; Not even nothing exists
When your spirit is not in the least clouded, then the clouds of bewilderment clear away, there is the true void. – (Masashi 1974, 95)
from Simple Zen, A Guide To Living Moment By Moment by C. Alexander Simpkins Ph. D. & Annellen Simpkins Ph. D.