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.

~John O’Donohue

may I know the heart of the wild ways…

inquiry for today~ seeing this for the first time…..

when the day seeps in light

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,

Framed in a name.

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.”

~Paramahansa Yogananda