Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Season’s transition. Sitting alone in desert- Straw dog on fire.
Ripples in the air. Distant sinking horizon. A long desert road.
Within the last few days, Master Thich Nhat Hanh was hospitalized with a brain hemorrhage. Thay, as he is called among his adherents and students, is currently in observed condition but is said to be making a speedy recovery. Before…
Emotionally Unidentifiable Anticipation
The house sits silent, Light from a single bulb dim. Night presses inward.
Sorrow fills the night- Frozen rain falls, windstorm moans. In the distance…lost.
Soundless dark pressing. The road rolls in the headlight- An owl flies away.