Is seen from all sides
Everywhere
At once
--Gary Snyder, from "As for Poets"*
I woke up this morning with an urge to get my breakfast from a gas station -- to head out for somewhere remote, quiet. A place where all I could hear was flowing water, the faint conversation between wind and trees and my own soft footfalls over the gorge floor.
*Read the entire poem here at The Hammock Papers.
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