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.