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
Rough Country
– 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.
A place
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.
Just the kind of sanctuary one longs for. I enjoyed this post
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Thanks, Jim. These photos are from hikes on the Pacific coast in Washington state and on the trail to Upper Hazard Lake in Idaho. The burned forest and the driftwood formation remind me that nothing is made to last, just enjoy the moment. I’m honored that you reposted this!
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Reblogged this on ThinknSpeak and commented:
Just the place to be when the world closes in on you
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I love the driftwood picture, glorious greys 🙂
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Thanks. The Pacific Coast has plenty of cedar trees so maybe that’s what makes the glorious greys, along with scrubbing from sand and salt water.
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