The Other Side Of The

With No Surroundings There Can Be No Path, And With No Path One Cannot Become Free.

Will Be But Corpses Dressed In Frocks, Who Cannot Speak To Birds Or Rocks.

O, Ah! The Awareness Of Emptiness Brings Forth A Heart Of Compassion!

I Recalled When I Worked In The Woods And The Bars Of Madras, Oregon. That Short-haired Joy And Roughness America Your Stupidity. I Could Almost Love You Again.

Forests In The Tropics Are Cut To Make Pasture To Raise Beef For The American Market. Our Distance From The Source Of Our Food Enables Us To Be Superficially More Comfortable, And Distinctly More Ignorant.