Hollow the heart feels. Regret is lost to time— Memories float free.
Hollow the heart feels. Regret is lost to time— Memories float free.
Waterways frozen, Wounded winter duck on wing. Withering wind blows.
Swallows in the sky, Nests waiting in mulberry. Pilgrimage circle. Winter respite completed, Final frost left in the north.
Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Fallow the earth lays. In the treetops life springs forth, Deep roots waken first.
Darkness at the peak, Silence throughout the city. In the distance barks.
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…
Riverbeds arid, From headwater to heartland, Memories of growth.
Clouds glow with moonlight Mock dawn in midsummer dark Wind dances on leaf