
DAILY PHOTO: Between Evergreens, Lal Tibba
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beyond the lone pine;
there is only blank slate
and vast potential.

clouds cross the mountain
only to dissipate:
drifting to nothing.

foggy mountain:
pine rows become more ghostly,
then vanish entirely.


cattle graze,
in an alpine meadow,
under giant pines.


clouds retreat,
revealing a new mountain, then...
vanish it again.
As I walk through the woods,
I flow through something
As it flows around & against me...
-- Like a slipknot --
I don't know what it is.
I just feel the slightest of drags
As I feel the greatest of exhilarations.
The drag is subtle...
-- Like a slipknot --
What it is in me that slips past
Whatever it is in nature --
I don't know.
But I know there is an interaction,
Of sorts,
Like a free end through a noose...
-- Like a slipknot --