In winter, these rock dwellings take on a different slant. In winter as you walk, if you take care not to slip, you arrive at a rock placed by giants, where somebody drew a flower.
so unmoved by the boat’s slow approach – the boat drifting across the flat green acre of water; a small prayer for these acres of water which, in the low light, seem firm; the squirrels, however, are never fooled or taken in;
I have been looking for you, World Honored One, since I was a little child. With my first breath, I heard your call, and began to look for you, Blessed One.
(I) Snow. Light flurries falling on the Prince’s palace. Around it day and night walks a tiny voice crying: —Prince, my dearest Prince, are you beyond the Danube?