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 […]

Where the Mountains Listen.

Among the misty peaks where white clouds flow,A quiet maiden sits where cold winds blow.Her breath is still, her heart is free,The mountains bow beside the sea. A bamboo flute begins to sing,Its silver notes take gentle wing.They cross the clouds, they touch the pine,Then disappear beyond the shrine. Beside her stands a wandering soul,His […]