It is the flowers
I fail to see
For the trees
Towering
Above the land
Which for a thousand miles
Has known only sky
And a horizon
Beyond infinity
We enter here
By the millions
Entranced
Where the sun
And the clouds
And the smoke
Interplay
Where the river
And the rails
Run in parallel
Display
Well
Faith
And experience
There is
Always
A path
Perhaps enlightenment
is the condition
when all four
flow together as one
Consumes
Valleys
Distant
Choking
Smoke
Creates
Pastel
Twilight
Artistry
Calm
Lake
Okanagan
Fleeting moments
in the picture of India
forming in my mind
Instants
out of the corner of my eye
stopped in time
Unfocused
Blurred
Impressions
Monumental
Immense
Magnficent
Formidable
Immovable
Immutable
Rooted, gravitas
Glorious hours
Connect me
To all
In grace
Seen and unseen
Known
And unknowable
Mystery
And divinity
All that ever was
All that will be
All that is
Becomes
One