These sweet little plateaus
These long-awaited frames of happiness that switch on
Unexpectedly (our unstable mechanisms kick in information at odd hours)
Flash wildly around me when I embrace my hope for the determined
Final pull
That will lay waste to a thread-bare perspective

Now here I've come to . . . .left my hard, crusty shell which was
Oh so uncomfortable-- escaped my tightly knit baggage
To join an amorphic world where nothing needs a place,
Yet everthing seems in its place

The lovely forms here need no explanation--
They just are
Cypresses love me with their branches,
And mountains accept me in their rocks

I give my soft self to their shared, silent knowingness
And we are together