Letting be ....

Standing on the hill the valley is half filled with mist.
In the still air it forms layers of white separated by bands of grey.
On the edge of the eastern hill the orange glow swells.
Moment by moment the mist lightens.
The outline of trees and hills becomes sharper.

I recollect such hillside moments and looking over valleys, hills, forests and lakes always with a sense of wonder, delight and expectation. There is a sense that this vision leads into something which isn’t mere landscape. It is a transformation of the “me and landscape” relationship, where I cease to be the observer and there is simply a “seeing”. That moment of transformation is quiet and still. Maybe if I have learned anything from practice, it has been to rest with the transformation and let it be as it is.