The mountains, rivers, earth
grasses, trees, and forests
are always emanating a subtle,
precious light,
day and night, always emanating
a subtle, precious sound,
demonstrating and expounding
to all people
the unsurpassed, ultimate truth.
I have long imagined that at some point in the process of creation there must have come a point of stillness and silence after all the chaotic churning and gurgling of lava and rain. In my visioning eye I see this first moment of silence, almost as if I had been there, and the spirit of the mist is there, hovering.