Summer solstice. On hot summer days, things get cooler coming home from work as one goes into the hills and along the creek. Baby cardinals are out of the nest. Shade from summer clouds darken sections of the Green Mountains. Stalks of corn in the fields. I think the following passage was written at this time of year.
It is the noon;
Orioles are crying.
The river flows in silence.
Issa
Vermont Zen Center newsletter
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