In the corn fields, the south wind combs and combs the tall stalks of damascene green.

In the red stall, the speckled bay and the brown pony are drowsing, tails flicking.

In the sugar maple grove, a summers' day - the kind that generates metaphors for fair maidens - is sieving its golden grain.

And a blue blue sky, without a cloud or a shadow, until a hawk glides in with its winter eye.

Everything is changing, and is so...

Dhamma Pakasa, Illinois Lunch hour, day 9 of a 10 day silent meditation retreat August 5-16, 2009