A serene view of limitless ground. Of canyons, buttes, mountain plains. I sip coffee while shrouded in a cloud and the sun touches down ahead, onto the rolling green river. An intense ocular sensation.
I come to understand my preference for the old growth rainforest. Cutting out vision heightens other senses. Here, it is impossible not to gaze upon the immense earth with winded veneration. Though a separation exists within the distanced view. Here, there. Me, mountain. And I too much feel my selfness when walking on firm ground and when such immense blue swarms overhead. Exposed to sky, and not sinking into land.
when my vision is masked,
an openness. With vastness,
an uncertainty.
Of my place. But all of it. An illusion.
an openness. With vastness,
an uncertainty.
Of my place. But all of it. An illusion.
Clearly there is an elegant energy here. The legacy of Ram Dass and other spiritual teachers who have inhabited this land over the years…their presence passes through the morning vow of silence and other rituals.
Day 2 at Lama
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