I still hear—from the land of the living— the soft voice of the river; every day it rises and returns says to me the dark currents that sweep me along. Remember your roots, my brother: you are made of land and water;
- Gary Snyder
I still hear—from the land of the living— the soft voice of the river; every day it rises and returns says to me the dark currents that sweep me along. Remember your roots, my brother: you are made of land and water;