I lie at peace in moonlight. Or, hearing water plashing on the rock, Sit up….
Day: 23 August 2002
Empty truth
The substance of a sage Is nameless and cannot be spoken of; The empty door…
a collection of sorts
I lie at peace in moonlight. Or, hearing water plashing on the rock, Sit up….
The substance of a sage Is nameless and cannot be spoken of; The empty door…