A felled tree spans the gully, creating a precarious bridge to a tangle of green on the other side.

I step toward freedom from the ministers of religion, recognizing the supremacy granted you from heaven in matters affecting the public order, obey your laws, lest otherwise they might obstruct the course of secular affairs by irrelevant considerations, with what readiness should you not yield them obedience to whom is assigned the dispensing of the sacred mysteries of the chemistry of human life....and returned to speak coherently.

Chanting dbyangs, the creek is swallowed by city pipes. Does it hear the train whistling?

One leaf spins
down;
another hangs
on.

 

 

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