The Moment’s Truth

Snow in the Pine Woods

The only tale the woods can tell is the moment’s truth.
There’s no pretense here.  No fabrication.
No memory or longing.
Just the sheer Isness of forest and snow:
Sunlight on tree bark, the punctuation of animal tracks
and long shadows, the call of a crow accentuating
the silence.
And all of it breathing the shimmering Yes.

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