Afternoon winter sun melts gently upon us
as we gaze at the shimmering ocean
from the inner courtyard of the Tibetan monastery
tucked away in the coastal hills of California.
Along the winding ridge, the American Indian,
and the American Buddhist coexist together,
in tune with the earth’s rhythms, and today is my birthday.
11/24/1978
I was with Bob’s little brother, Marc Hamilton who was living with us in Cotati. Marc was interested in Buddhism, so we drove in my blue bug to various monasteries.
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