STORM TRACK: November 30, 1978 (Volume 2 Issue 1)

Due to circumstances beyond my control, this issue of Storm Track has been revised to delete some of the previous copy. In its place are some prints from my collection of severe storm photography. (1984)

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

The rain knows when to fall,
Coming in this spring to help the seeds,
Choosing to fall by night with a friendly wind,
Silently moistening the whole earth.
Over this silent wilderness the clouds are dark.
The only light shines from a river boat.
Tomorrow morning everything will be red and wet
And all Chengtu will be covered with blossoming flowers.