Transcendence

Therein already over the core,

Clouds are pendent no more.

No mount is hither

For the moon to be in disguise.

If no moon to rise,

No tides in sight to advise

The oscillating force we call life.

A. Johnson

Photo by A Johnson: Frozen Lake Ontario

Inspired by:

Silver River by Julie Simmons

Inspired by:

Zen monk Ikkyu's early life