Caresses (2)

‘In the mountains, there you feel free.’

– The Waste Land

The light air and

A cool cloud envelops

The social being

With another distinction,

Granting an aura of free

And frank acceptance

Of lingering melancholy

Of the cocooned self.

Although, in the mountains,

Birds shy away,

Offering no inspiration,

Preparing you for yet another flight

Of the imagination,

It is the mountains that

Clothe you with special

Recognition.

A fragment of life,

As it were gifted for a spell,

Charms the little complexes

Of the infinite mind,

Liberating the thumping heart

From finitude;

Buoyant and frisking in the clear air,

It rejuvenates, recovers,

Telling the plains below

What fortune it had missed.

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.