The mind I love must still have wild places, a tangled orchard where the dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little woods, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of—and paths threaded with those little flowers planted by the mind.   ~Katherine Mansfield

and the little snippets of our lives are caught in drifting clouds and sinking sun….

inquiry for today~  what little moments of the day are most poignant? where is nature most prevalent?

hovering in-between

Make the universe your companion, bearing in mind the true nature of things- mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity- and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.   ~Basho