Spring Needles, Spire (Subalpine) Fir (Abies lasciocarpa) Eagle Cap Wilderness. . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
LIGHTER
Each time
I spark the gas
into flame,
I remember that I've forgotten
the poem
about our long journey
from the deep cold of night
into the warming fires of day.
Better, not to forget
this poem.
SAVIOR
I shall not forget the tree of life
that roots
my life,
that gives leaf to my ideas,
wood
to my
fire.
Suffering
has no place
on this tree.
(iii) We shape the world and the world shapes us.
Some problems we choose, others choose us. Either way,
the problem of problems is that they form the vital, living
center of one's life. See the majesty of the solitary Doug-fir,
the depth of its roots as yet unsounded, the circumference
of its spirit still unmeasured, still unknown.
VII.4.2009,
Muir (Crater) Lake,
Eagle Cap Wilderness