new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Great play on words here, Vassilis. It leaves me wondering about what is left when there is no trace.
Thanks, Elisabeth for positing a very knotty conundrum. I'll have to go back to the blackboard for this one!
brings to mind Hui-neng : the mirror originally clean & pure / where is there any dust?
drew--thanks so much for mentioning Hui-neng; now, I'll have to go back to the board again!