Words teach us to see waterfall, cliff and light.
But they are one thing, together.
Even when they have no name!
Even with ice. Even in winter rain.
Even with blood-red birches. Everything you add becomes the fall. It ceases to be separate.
Even a river can become sky.
Even sky can become a river.
Even underground rivers entering the sky from the mouth of the earth.
Even falls held within the Earth!
They are all falls, not water, light, stone, air, water, grass or trees. They are always once thing together, all at once.
This is a great mystery, not because it is unknown, but because it is vital.
This teaching, and this view deep into human-earth relationships in Iceland, continually inspires me. The land is alive, as is the water, and any words that are hanging around start there first.