Before leaving Deer Park I climb to the Stupa. Thay Giac Thanh smiles over the valley. I bow and a lizard does pushups on a nearby rock. In the morning fog I listen to the ravens. No breeze yet, just the sound of the birds. I walk carefully near the spot I saw a rattlesnake. The peace symbol a little girl gave me, I leave in a tree. Now the wind picks up, the fog is gone and sun illuminates this wild valley, this place of peace, of joy, of great teachings of love and compassion.
— David Percival