Hot Springs, North Carolina

I left the 29th section of the poem in Hot Springs, North Carolina, where we spent this past weekend cooking, eating, reading and soaking in a hot tub with our lovely friends Mark & Amy and their daughter Avery. I wrote it in the cabin’s guest book with a flower Avery picked on a walk outside.

"Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content, is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things."