The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
—- Li Po
(Meditation has been a subject on sister blog A View from the Woods lately, and Li Po’s beautiful poem is well worth listening to another time, so here it is again. For your meditative attention? We are also leaving Arizona and this view to return back East: very soon in this place once again only the mountain remains.)