Showing posts with label Peter Matthiessen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Matthiessen. Show all posts

Thursday, July 05, 2007

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"Where the valley narrows to a canyon, there is a tea house and some huts, and here a pack train of shaggy Mongol ponies descends from the mountain in a melody of bells and splashes across the swift green water at the ford" (Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard, p.21).













May I (We, She, He, They, It, You...) be peaceful, happy, and light in body and spirit.

May I (We, She, He, They, It, You...) be safe from injury.

May I (We, She, He, They, It, You...) be free from anger, afflictions, fear, and anxiety.

Monday, July 02, 2007

high mountain house












A luminous mountain morning. Mist and fire smoke, sun shafts and dark ravines: a peak of Annapurna poises on soft clouds. In fresh light, to the peeping of baby chickens, we take breakfast in the village tea house, and are under way well before seven.

[p. 22 in The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen, 1978]