The shoulders of the mountain were uncovered
Olive green lay lichen and moss
like a transparent silk cloth
on the rocky outcrop and
framed by the deep blue,
on this midsummer morning.
My soul soared like an eagle with
wings spread over rugged formations,
over snoozing heights and shady places.
Like an aging diva, the mountain stretched out
itself and reflected the sun's prism
down to its forest-covered thighs;
clothed in the foliage of mature woods
perfumed by herbs and blossoms.
Tranquillity wove its cloak,
warm and light it wrapped around
the sunken thoughts.
Blackbirds and bluebirds sang
the mantra, its echo jumped
from rock to rock until the sky
greedily swallowed it up.
What the eyes did not see
What no ear heard
Therefore, noble soul
Escape the delusion
It is not one thing and
It is not the other
But it is something
That which moves
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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/12/2021.