Just as we dreamed it. Sitting side by side, distant mountains reviewing the hills climbed, crags staggered over, valleys descended. Drained now of color, just the essence of Us. Together. Remembering. Being. More real than the dream lost by your too-early death. This, too, I remember.
Sweet shield from snow.
Peace prevails. Quiet comforts.
Cold air on young skin. Crunch of packed snow
speaks sled rides, group strolls. A people attuned
to time and place. Hidden, their fierce resolve
to defend the Motherland, deep-rooted
union of land and people. A concept
we can admire but no way grasp,
the discord among us too vast.
no beginning or end to an image but simultaneity
an interior knowing too full for speech
or formation of thought
only the sense of being
here, now, in the presence of neither
thought nor speech, but inside this expanding image