In some strange way, this poem and photo are congruent (at least to me):
Walking along a mountain path
I find a sandal-print in the moss,
a billowy cloud low on the lake,
grasses growing up to a door,
a pine tree shimmering green,
a brook gurgling along from the mountain,
and as I mingle with Truth among the flowers,
I have forgotten what to say.
LIU CHIANG-CH’ING
Vela Supernova Remnant from
Astronomy Picture of the Day for March 5, 2008
