There's a Buddha In There Somewhere

The snow's drifting my mind's drifting... Five foot bamboo now stands at two under blizzard's remains measuring maybe three. Here in the bamboo garden, bowed but unbowed by Winter's weight, the evergreen kisses its own feet, the Earth altar receives prostrations. There's a Buddha in there somewhere. The snow, Oh-so pure so white, so tailored to fit, every nook, every fold the entirety of entirety. The snow, though white, how soonafter tinged by grime, and trodden black. My mind, Oh-so sure so right, so failured. Dimwit, every nook, every fold the entirety of entire me (the entire me of entirety?) There's a Buddha in there somewhere.