In another life — this isn't what I know, but how I feel — these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring from hidden aquifers under the earth. To glimpse one's own true nature is a kind of homegoing, to a place East of the Sun, West of the Moon — the homegoing that needs no home, like that waterfall on the upper Suli Gad that turns to mist before touching the earth and rises once again into the sky.


The Snow Leopard (1978)


In another life — this isn't what I know, but how I feel — these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring...

In another life — this isn't what I know, but how I feel — these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring...

In another life — this isn't what I know, but how I feel — these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring...

In another life — this isn't what I know, but how I feel — these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring...