“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the
weather.”
― Pema Chödrön
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misty morning
gray clouds playing hide and seek
among dark firs and glimmering tamarack
the world contracted
small and intimate
the grasses
fall gold and wet with rain
glow eerily in subdued light
this day is so different from yesterday
when the sky was endless
and the light danced
yet this is a changing
changeless place
the mountains the sky
sacred bones
around which all life
moves
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