White clouds clinging to mountains tops
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
Fallen pines hum in the wind
What is the pattern which
connects all the living creatures?
The elegant dance of everything
Flowing with recognition and empathy
Let Heaven and Earth go about their changes
Moonlight on Old Mountain is white
Spring-water in the creak is clear
Water-falls mist the valley below
Silent knowledge- spirit is enlightened of itself
Contemplate the sky: this world exceeds stillness
Old Mountain has many hidden wonders
When the sun shines, water sparkles colors
When wind blows, trees swirl and dance
On silent lake, I purify my ears
Rambling among the clouds, far from society
Gone, and a million things leave no trace
Loosed, and it flows through the galaxies
A fountain of light, into the very mind
The anatomy of the living and non-living
is repetitive and rhythmical
It is, like music, repetitive with harmony
A flow of information is unitied
Not a thing, and yet it appears before me
Things are symbols of themselves
Now I know the pearl of the deep-nature
Know its use: a boundless perfect jeweled net
The pattern which connects the living with the non-living
Be responsive to the patterns which connect,
the butterfly to pollen and the grove to
the clouds and all four of them to me
And all the six of us to the amoeba
in one direction and back to the everywhen
Be responsive to the Infinite Mystery,
The pattern which connects to Eternity
Photos taken by me at Devils Postpile National Park and Yosemite National Park, California, USA.