A stone dog guards the temple gate with dead, but bulging, eyes. And gargoyles mount a stern defense from the cathedral spires. But what's a mounted mask to do to keep evil at bay? And what's the flash of fu dog teeth to end a vicious fray? And what would lead me to assume that evil lies outside, when your greeter is pure ugliness with wild and crazy eyes?
with each breath and each step you feel yourself merge with the world pulling the outside in pressing into the planet each breath brings oxygen used by Buddha or Socrates grit granules that were part of mighty mountains press into your flesh or become your bones the world flows through you as you flow through the world
the sage's staff swings like a pendulum in a clockwork walk
clouds drift; a boy traces shapes with a pointing finger
sheep graze. bleats sound like words to the lonely hiker
coffee estate. one yellow plant stands out from a wall of green
Tiger Riding for Beginners 