Meditation 8

Writing is futile

Photography is a waste

I should give them up


Nature’s beauty is

An uncapturable beast

Untamed and wild


We all think we know

How and what we are doing

But we know nothing


Before all that breathes

And including what does not

We must be humble


I bestow my gifts

An offering to the Earth

A means to say thanks


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