Dry Your Eyes On The Wind

Grateful Dead: Bird Song...10/8/89

Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves,

Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:

the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees,

the long river, sliding smooth and white.

I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.

My backpack, breathing moonlight, sags with poems.

Look, and love everyone.

Whoever sees this landscape is stunned.

--Ho Xuan Huong

Grateful Dead: 12/31/72

BUDDHA TEMPLE


VIEW EAST FROM WHITES BUTTE


OUTSIDE ESCALANTE CANYON


CONFUCIUS TEMPLE WITH PILGRIM