Something Pat Steir Said

This is a small stone
I found scattered on the cliff-side
No trees there now
No wood. Not even sticks

Take it in your hands
Hold it as if it were a jewel
A prayer, ground barley and bone
Water, the sound of something gone

I climbed a mountain in Dri Gung Tibet
fourteen thousand five hundred feet,
to find an old destroyed temple:

stone walls torn down, fragments
all the brown wooden beams
dragged down-mountain
for use by the PRC

I returned with this seed-stone because Pat Steir said:
"Two sticks and a stone can make a temple".