The mixing of storm clouds and blue sky
Render the canyon walls a false menace
Slip through the fourteenth slot in the canyon wall
Scramble over the sixth bolder
Into a copse of evergreens
Cross the worn wooden footbridge
Turn right at the mountain berry bushes
That today are hooded in fresh snow
To a rock peninsula
Jutting into a mountain river
Here you will find impermanence
And your meaning of life
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