The Autumnal Lands or of Forest and Meadow by Hill and Valley 

nobody was there. at all. it was one of those times. and inside the pathway a machine or tool had parted the leaves so that a walker or hiker’s footfalls landed upon the dark and solid earth. leaves many colours, some holding water from the nocturnal rainfall. a valley was over to the right and an impossibly long hill w/a flat tip to the left. slowly the meadow was reached, and you went out framed first by sumac and then you were under the clouds. some birds landed in the tree glade to the left. bamboo-like earth was around and a green and beige swath through it all. if patience and breathe were practiced, along with gratitude, one could slowly begin to feel a oneness and nonduality, a spiritual connection to the autumnal lands…