With no surroundings there can be no path, and with no path one cannot become free.

Bearing in his right paw the shovel that digs to the truth beneath appearances, cut the roots of useless attachments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war; His left paw in the Mudra of Comradely Display - indicating that all creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizards all grow in the realm of the Dharma.

Clouds sink down the hills Coffee is hot again. The dog Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.

After weeks of watching the roof leak I fixed it tonight by moving a single board

In the belly of the furnace of creativity is a sexual fire; the flames twine about each other in fear and delight. The same sort of coiling, at a cooler, slower pace, is what the life of this planet looks like. The enormous spirals of typhoons, the twists and turns of mountain ranges and gorges, the waves and the deep ocean currents - a dragonlike writhing.

In Western Civilization, our elders are books.

Range after range of mountains. Year after year after year. I am still in love.