No Matter Where Your Interest

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

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

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening