The Mountains

“I’m leaving this city life In my mind I’m flying away, I’m leaving tomorrow and all of the old yesterdays, I’m leaving the trash cans the bright lights of telephone lines, I’m leaving my sorrows of all of my memories behind, I’ll see what I find.Somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singing river,Somewhere in the sun where the … Continue reading The Mountains


“Then on a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks, sit quietly and listen for a wolf to howl, and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand. Then you may hear it – a vast pulsing harmony – its score inscribed on a thousand … Continue reading Listen