Along the way to knowledge,
Many things are accumulated...
Along the way to wisdom,
Many things are discarded.
~ Lao-Tze
Golden lace.
sunrise pours slantwise
into clear water
through the blue spruce,
the deep tangle of pine
and purled woodsmoke.
I turned
and the earth hushed.
While I leaned into silence
a morning too vast to fathom
filled with light.