What the Bamboo Flute Dreams Of.

Beside the river, where the willows lean,The flute dreams of a world no eye has seen.It dreams of clouds that wander without chains,And moonlight dancing softly on the plains. It dreams of mountains wrapped in silver mist,Of lips that touch it with a lover’s kiss,Of ancient boats that drift beyond the foam,And distant hearts that […]

Where the Mountains Meet the Soul.

Beneath the pine, where shadows sleep,The ancient mountains guard the deep.A golden sun, a river’s gleam,The world grows quiet as a dream. The mist ascends through cliffs of stone,And every peak stands still, alone.The fallen leaves drift soft and slow,As waters teach the heart to flow. A weary soul sits by the stream,Halfway between the […]

Chapter 8. A Story That Remains Open.

There is a particular kind of silence that comes after a person has spent a long time trying to escape from himself. It is not the silence of peace, at least not at first. It is closer to the silence of a room after an argument, when the voices have stopped but something in the […]