...Cold mountain is nothing but clouds

secluded and free of dust

a hermit owns a fusion of straw

the moon is his lone lamp

his bed of stone overlooks a pool

his neighbors are tigers and deer

preferring the joys of solitude 

he remains a man beyond form...

from the collect songs of

COLD MOUNTAIN

This morning's walk in the Placitas Open Space

this morning's walk in the Placitas Open Space