itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling

Once upon a time,there was a Zen signat every small railway crossing in AmericaStop. Look. And listen.

The most expected thing you can expect is what's unexpected.

Question everything, even the question mark, that shepherd's crook floating in the air above that small round rockIf you - stubbornly - still wish to be unhappy,maybe you can grasp it.

You listen to people, you listen so deeply that you can hear their past lives,The crackle of their funeral pyres,