Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.