According to Buddha

The heart-quieted yogi in superconsciousness becomes able to see visions and great lights; to hear astral sounds; and to become identified with a vast dimly lighted space—alive with glimpses of beauties hitherto unknown.

beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
the unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green
the snowbird sings the song he always sings
and speaks to me of flowers
that will bloom again in spring

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North Saskatchewan River, random spaces along the way ~ February 2016.