O, Ah! The Awareness Of Emptiness Brings

Poetry A Riprap On The Slick Rock Of Metaphysics

I Don't Know Of Any Other City Where You Can Walk Through So Many Culturally Diverse Neighborhoods, And You're Never Out Of Sight Of The Wild Hills. Nature Is Very Close Here.

Burning The Small Dead Branches Broke From Beneath Thick Spreading Whitebark Pine. A Hundred Summers Snowmelt Rock And Air Hiss In A Twisted Bough.

True Affluence Is Not Needing Anything.

Stay Together Learn The Flowers Go Light