Back to the Orient

The water in Meadow Pool was about body temperature this morning.  The sun had been "up" (but, of course, we know it is not really up, we have simply circled around toward it) for a few hours.  In the water for a while, floating over the small stones and pebbles that line the pool, my body seems to lose its borders, the sharp definition of body mass it carries in the air.  Here now, alone in the meadow, lapped by warm water, I meld into the landscape.  Wind blowing up from the valley through these dry trees is the only sound.

At an earlier time, looking east across the valley toward the hot springs, the pool, the Land Trust buildings, even the foothills are lost in the same landscape.  So what then are the boundaries of mass...at what point do we become part of the One?  Or do we leave it all up to the Higgs-Bosom particle to give us the mass to become aware of the universe?

And yet, here we are for these moments...these fleeting moments...the Now of now.  Part of the landscape...being both in and of the world at the same moment. 

In the evening...clouds to the west.  Sunset (but we know it is not setting, rather we are circling away from its rays) marks the edge of the day...too cold now for meadow pool...snow fell briefly last night.  
The failing light through the clouds...a landscape, a skyscape, so large and vast..well,I'm lost in the scale of it all again.  Lost at the Orient Land Trust...yet also found.

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Of course, if you ever get lost in the landscape, a wall map with all its bright colors will help you find your way...sort of.