Summer in Deer Park

After a few hot days of summer it was a cool morning. Nature is going into sleep to survive the heat to come.

Only a few flowers try a last temptation.

A last colourful cry for love.

Most have completed the cycle and are ready to fly like stars in the summer sky.

A mandala inviting contemplation grows under the trees.

Small cycles of life are to be seen at the border of an seemingly endless cycle of mother earth.

It takes ten thousand years for the stream to wash away the stone. 

Once even the stone was flowing.

A cool pool invites me to take a ritual bath.

A river frog is guarding the entrance -

- to the ruins of an ancient temple

A lost world, overgrown.