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Lions Roar : March 2006
o u V) p::: E--< ::r: E--< p::: flat-walled front that holds tapestries of snow, icy glazes, and the unpolished glow of the sun. In every month of the year the "red comb" of corniced ridgelines strobes black against white. TODAY WINTER SNOWBANKS ARE BROKEN into by steady threads of rain. Hard winds, glass-still mornings, directionless breezes hushing themselves, pink days that end in flame-that's a summer day in the Wind River Mountains. To be here at any time of the year instructs us about how natu- ral beauty saves us. The Chinese phrase for going on a pilgrim- age-ch' ao-shan chin-hsiang-means "paying one's respect to the mountains." It is while walking in the mountains that the trans- formative effect of beauty, the outer becoming inner, can be felt. On a July day the moon rises in daylight, making granite walls go blank. Night tries to hide the moon's light and fails: black ponds coin it in bright rounds. A wind rinses dawn with pewter, pushing the cloud -lid to one side until snowflakes scatter into the void. A doe rises out of the green haze of new grass with two fawns. SHAMBHALA SUN MARCH 2006 39