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On Seeing a Mountain Fog

| July 26, 2014

  Cloud fingers Mysteriously creep Over rough terrain– Now lingering, Now moving, Sinking in crevasses, Rising up ridges, Now hanging low. Mystery– Dark, vaporous beauty. So what is your life? Vapor passes, Rising up On the wings of the wind– Very breath of God; And then it parts Revealing Clear shining after rain, As seen […]