Got a poem from a dharma bro

 The Woodcutter’s View

early morning warmth spreads the thud and whack of my axe

marking the village hours like a temple bell.

stopping for tea 

we sip in silence

       not caring when we pick up our tools.

oh yes, things do exist

as when a shout at the base of a mountain

is a soft echo in a distant valley.

I hope that you enjoy a sweet New Year of the Fire Rooster - Britton Pyland

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