Once I read a Zen poem. It goes like.. Such silence Like snow falling on the feathers of snow geese.. Does anyone know it full ?

....something to do with

snow geese

mating

for ever and for ever with

the same partner.

I wish I could relate to that - or maybe not

yet

the images are winsomely haunting.

I guess zen beats normal human weaknesses....most poetic...disillusioning for we hoi polloi ;(

I`d think haiku might be it?

Or purchasing silk hand-painted Chinese mountain retreats

on the cheap

in questionable Soho joints with fellow mad poets.

Sorry, I don`t now the full stanza you seek

but the meandering has been cool.

I only found this.

Snow Geese.

Autumn in the Arctic,

and over the red tundra streaming,

like a white silk flag of peace,

shredded into 10,000 fragments,

and each fragment like a living kite,

a bird, flown free, flying,

10,000 Snow Geese let go

into the azure, sapphire sky,

and the birds like diamonds

sparkling white between sun and earth.

I dk it but with a glass of wine. and some... sandalwood incense sticks . ....any zen poem about snow geese will be appreciated