Not a word was spoken, but he understood there to be, deep within the untold, a great secret hidden.

without stones no grasses or trees.
no blood coarsing through. 
no wind. 
no heart without heart. 
no water or spirit or wound, open or closed. 
no animals. 
no  scars. 
no words without stones. 
it all goes on. 
you can start from any point,  and lay a path to your door with stones. 
you can cut flesh.
there is a buddha cut from stone in hunan, and another in lahore, but they have nothing to do with anything that goes on.


To live your life a question without an answer.

To be unanswered.