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CROSSING THE PASS snow patches a cairn a prayer-flag fluent on its bending pole in a clear high wind from the uplands crossing the pass everything is air and light – new territory, the first look in to an unknown land high plateau the roof of the mind Hui Neng: it is neither the flag nor the wind it is your mind that flaps

Paul Rossiter

NOON | journal of the short poem  

Issue 11

NOON | journal of the short poem  

Issue 11