ryokan

At night, deep in the mountains, I sit in meditation.
The affairs of men never reach me here: everything is quiet and empty,
all the incense has been swallowed up by the endless night.
My robe has become a garment of dew.
Unable to sleep I walk out into the woods
--suddenly, above the highest peak, the full moon appears.
(Ryokan)

Whispers from everywhere.

"Words of Faith" from the Lesotho days

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Huston Smith interview

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