The Light of Asia The light of Asia, a soft caress on rolling hills, the pot of green waves rolls endlessly on in silence. Buds bloom in a dance, as hoot owls mourn—as breezes stir the willows, a past unseen but present.
— Gary Snyder
- Gary Snyder
The Light of Asia The light of Asia, a soft caress on rolling hills, the pot of green waves rolls endlessly on in silence. Buds bloom in a dance, as hoot owls mourn—as breezes stir the willows, a past unseen but present.
— Gary Snyder