Standing up on lifted, folded rock
looking out and down -
The creek falls to a far valley,
hills beyond that
facing, half-forested , dry
- clear sky
strong wind in the
stiff glittering needle clusters
of the pine - their brown
round trunk bodies
straight, still,
rustling trembling limbs and twigs
listen.
This living flowing land
is all there is,
forever
We are it
it sings through us -
We could live on this Earth
without clothes or tools!
~Gary Snyder
All good things must come to an end - some sooner than later. And I am telling you this because As Within has come to a close, at least for now. It's been a lot of fun, and I have very much enjoyed sharing these pictures and the inspiring quotes to go with them. If you are curious to know why this blog is on hiatus, you can visit this post at shirleytwofeathers. Each person who visited here is deeply appreciated. Thank you so much for giving me an audience and (on my worst days) a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Standing up
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