Mar 20, 2021

Come to my valley. Hear the owls.

"I thought I would be understood without words."
— Vincent van Gogh/Blossoming Pear Tree

It is the tail end of the afternoon and I am resting in the shade. The cicadas are boldly announcing that evening is on the way. Preach, my little friends!


There are several species of owl here in my valley. I especially the barn owls. Listen closely; maybe you will hear one, especially at night. I have noticed that they always seem to sound as though they are pleased; there are no complaints from owls that I have ever heard. I think that the owls know something about living that humans do not know. Whatever this truth is, we may have known it once, back when we were closer to the tribal fire, but if we did, this truth is long forgotten. Come to my valley. Hear the owls. Perhaps you and I, together, can begin the work to form the tribe once again.


“Written on a Wall at Summit-Top Temple”

Staying the night at Summit-Top Temple,

you can reach out and touch the stars.

I venture no more than a low whisper,

afraid I’ll wake the people of heaven.

-Li Po

Ostara. The Vernal Equinox.
Many Blessings to you all.

In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few. 

-Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind

The ocean of suffering is immense, but if you turn around, you can see the land. 

-Thich Nhat Hanh

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