Meditation: Haiku
Rain on ageless stone
Pools on beds of aspen leaves—
Yellow, silent tears.
*
You, down autumn hills,
Bearing stems of cardamom—
I await you here.
"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity..." --John Muir, 1898
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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