We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire. (T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets) I don’t pretend to understand it. That single curved branch, blackened. The quail were out today, again. Devlin keeps asking why I like to catch and watch quail. I try to explain, but it is not easy. It is intellectual and something else. Two today, my god they are beautiful. Sabbaṃ bhikkhave ādittaṃ (Bhikkus, all is burning, Buddha, The … Continue reading
