I sing the contours of the mountain,
My thoughts carried musical on the breeze.
My soul on stone steps precisely, lest I slide the gravel skree.
Rock over grey rock spread carpet,
Head bowed to the beating sun.
Then stopping my gaze rises and my awe tumbles open mouthed from breath taking views.
The peace of ages here, has defied man's incessant needs.
Still and unconquered wild land.
Best felt beneath walking feet.
And,
Mindfulness taught here is life giving.
Green cloaked monks of solid rock displaying presence and demand the same as their paths are trod.
A traveller passed and greeting given.
Bee filled acacia tree hum with honey promise for a later day.
Then water,
Heard before seen,
Tumbling and adding to the cacophony of silence in nature around.
Butterflies float the fern filled pool .
Water falling from spring.
Clear, clean, cold.
I float a moment
Arising with inspiration.
My thoughts carried musical on the breeze.
My soul on stone steps precisely, lest I slide the gravel skree.
Rock over grey rock spread carpet,
Head bowed to the beating sun.
Then stopping my gaze rises and my awe tumbles open mouthed from breath taking views.
The peace of ages here, has defied man's incessant needs.
Still and unconquered wild land.
Best felt beneath walking feet.
And,
Mindfulness taught here is life giving.
Green cloaked monks of solid rock displaying presence and demand the same as their paths are trod.
A traveller passed and greeting given.
Bee filled acacia tree hum with honey promise for a later day.
Then water,
Heard before seen,
Tumbling and adding to the cacophony of silence in nature around.
Butterflies float the fern filled pool .
Water falling from spring.
Clear, clean, cold.
I float a moment
Arising with inspiration.
