Sacred Bones

“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