Coffee With Clark: Sangre de Cristo sunset-watercolor

Later winter's cold last light at Santa Fe--8 by 10 300 pound d'Arches paper

Meditation

Just out the window, black silhouettes of trees remind me of those halcyon days with you, when we climbed out of the cellar toward enlightenment. Now, at a glance, the wild birds swing into view, obscuring the real world of young men dying to get home, and the snow that falls on our brains stays solid - never melting into springtime. On the ferry, we sit and compare notes as to whom in life has suffered the most; men, women, boys, or girls? Suddenly, in a revelation, you say it is the Buddha over on Main, who sits on his plywood altar, surrounded by plastic flowers, subjected to all the passersby, who have never had a Zen thought of their own… --K. Lawson Gilbert

Coffee With Clark

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Monday, July 18, 2011

Sangre de Cristo sunset-watercolor

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