Why is it?
Because: all phenomna are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow, like dew and lightening.
Thus should you meditate on them.
– The Diamond Sutra, translated at the Sukhavati Forest Retreat
– Dana Gioia
Give me a landscape made of obstacles,
of steep hills and jutting glacial rock,
where the low running streams are quick to flood
the grassy fields and bottom lands.
no engineers can master – where the roads
must twist like tendrils up the mountainside
on narrow cliffs where boulders block the way.
Where tall black trunks of lightning-scalded pine
push through the tangled woods to make a roost
for hawks and swarming crows.
And sharp inclines
Where twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush,
scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly
To find an unexpected waterfall,
not half a mile from the nearest road,
a spot so hard to reach that no one comes –
A hiding place, a shrine for dragonflies
and nesting jays, a sign that there is still
one piece of property that won’t be owned.