this picture,
as with each and every picture
is each worth a thousand words.
and a thousand words is a charging herd
that eventually transformed themselves
into a blinding cloud of dust.
and that cloud will become
a desert affronting me,
on the rise,
eventually surfacing
as a sunbaked flat-land before me.
in my intuitive wisdom,
I surrender the tri-pod of a mindset
for these images.
eliminate my capacity to reframe.
breath in, by breath and pores,
as if first-hand over fist.
only then,
to be my embodiment
that continues to quintessentially arise . . .
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