Saturday 22 March 2014

Caresses




‘In the mountains, there you feel free.’
                                                _ The Waste Land


An infinite devotion
Holds the thick air
Above one’s head.
No air pressure can challenge
The loftiness of this faith.
One walks uphill
With sure footing
In tune with the music of spring.


A wild blessing
Of pathway flowers
And a merry sun
Accompany one’s long distance post.
There’s no end;
There’s no tiring
In the mountains,
And devotion to love comes naturally.


At nights dreams float like flakes
Of white clouds lifted
By a blessed wind,
Cool and moist and sweet
Leaving a smile on a sleeping face.
In the mountains
Bugs fail to bite,
Butterflies touch you awake
And warm hands leap out of quilts
To catch their lightness.


Higher and higher
Awake and bright
Fresh and light
One finds the spring
Of an infinite devotion
Nestled in one’s heart
Unnoticed, spring out
Leap and rush
Wild and merry
In the mountains,
There, there love,
There you feel free.

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