“A snowy hero on the snowfield where winter grasses is unseen hides itself in its own figure.”
This is a weird one. No obvious mention of common themes, though there is an almost vivid picture being painted with just a few words. Is this simply Dogen’s observation of the now? Or is this a metaphor for something else?
It could be a commentary on how blending in, or being one with your surroundings is heroic, or noble. It could just be an observation. Then we think, how does he hide himself in his own figure? Is he so large that he dominates the landscape? Is he so small that he disappears against the vast background?
Ah, we should be so lucky to see, what a beautiful day, the rain is falling yet again.