We stand and gaze at Mt. Robson in wonderment and awe. This great mountain is so rarely revealed in all it’s pristine splendor. Lofty sights pull us up, inspire. They point to that which we long to know and be.
Breathing in, breathing out,
Going in, going out,
Living, dying, coming, going –
Like two arrows meeting in mid-air.
In the midst of Emptiness
There is a road that goes
directly to my True Home.
2 thoughts on “Going on Home”
For me, the people in the foreground make this photo (and these words) sing.
Nice to know you’re still in the neighborhood for a while.
Yes, glad you appreciate the people. It works well as a picture. Mike P. was the photographer.
Yes, I’m in the neighbourhood and so glad to get some cooling rain this morning here in south Edmonton. And glad for you and your new ‘going on’ blog. Good fortune with that.