The silence of landscape conceals vast presence. Place is not simply location. A place is a profound individuality. Its surface texture of grass and stone is blessed by rain, wind, and light… The shape of a landscape is an ancient and silent form of consciousness. Mountains are huge contemplatives. Rivers and streams offer voice; they are the tears of the earth’s joy and despair. The earth is full of soul.
may I know the heart of the wild ways…
inquiry for today~ seeing this for the first time…..
A dream dewdrop on the azure blades of space.
Am I the sky? It is too small,
A lake in the bosom of eternity.
Am I eternity? It is too small,
In the vast region of namelessness I love to dwell,
Beyond limits of dreams, names, conceptions.
I am what I am always —
In the ever-present past,
In the ever-present future,
In the ever-present now.”