Where is the path
on the cusp of time?
The invitation to walk from
knowing to unknowing.To see the change in season
ripening before our eyes,
while whispering farewells
to lives once lived.Nothing is held for
more than a moment.
These are just spaces
we dance within.
~ After feeding the alpacas, I climbed up the hillside, watching the flow of seasons with every step. Along the way, I noticed the imprints of vegetation and storms laid millennia ago in the sandstone rocks alongside bright yellow fungi that had sprouted that morning. And I was grateful for life and eyes to see the flow of time.