Erosion.
Gnarled roots.
The carcass of a dead deer.
A flight of swallows.
The high spirals of hawks.
Bladed reflections of rushing water. Just budding bare branches.
Gray rock, cracked, shattered, and worn.
A fallen tree. A lone cloud. The laughter of plum branches.
Even a little circle of rocks beside the trail...
Who put them there...
Or did any hand arrange them...
And no matter which, what are the secrets of that circle?...
A thousand meanings in every view...
The scripture of the landscape... 
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