Hollow the heart feels. Regret is lost to time— Memories float free.
Hollow the heart feels. Regret is lost to time— Memories float free.
Blessings fall from sky, Wiping away the shimmer. The earth sweeps away. Overhead stars mix with dust, Skyline painted timely blue.
Waterways frozen, Wounded winter duck on wing. Withering wind blows.
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