The Concept Of Conservation Is A Far

The Secret Of The Mountain Is That The Mountains Simply Exist, As I Do Myself: The Mountains Exist Simply, Which I Do Not. The Mountains Have No "meaning," They Are Meaning; The Mountains Are. The Sun Is Round. I Ring With Life, And The Mountains Ring, And When I Can Hear It, There Is A Ringing That We Share. I Understand All This, Not In My Mind But In My Heart, Knowing How Meaningless It Is To Try To Capture What Cannot Be Expressed, Knowing That Mere Words Will Remain When I Read It All Again, Another Day.

The Purpose Of Meditation Practice Is Not Enlightenment; It Is To Pay Attention Even At Extraordinary Times, To Be Of The Present, Nothing-but-in-the-present, To Bear This Mindfulness Of Now Into Each Event Of Ordinary Life.

In This Very Breath That We Take Now Lies The Secret That All Great Teachers Try To Tell Us.

How Could I Say That I Wished To Penetrate The Secrets Of The Mountains In Search Of Something Still Unknown That, Like The Yeti, Might Well Be Missed For The Very Fact Of Searching?

This World Is Painted On A Wild Dark Metal