When you are standing, looking out into the sky — westward, the sun, a cauldron, the clouds swirl — every moment is a new revelation; everything is in flux, the flow of the skyward mists.
And sometimes, it’s good to simply stand. In wonder. In meditation. In study. In reflection.
For perhaps you too are swirling in the mists of the sun. That’s what I was thinking about, watching the movement of the grasses — and the flame of the sun, above.
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