Up and up rocky mountain path,
Clouds ease past,
Mist blurred lakes, streams, forest
Heard but not seen,
Where do they hide?
Grass is weather browned,
I Inspire fresh, unbreathed air,
Just me and my dwindling thoughts,
Unending silence, solace, bliss,
Worries far from the still mind,
In harmony with the land,
I walk up and up rocky mountain path,
Heart pulsating with life, love
Soul nourished, replenished.
By Bree, boulders, I stride,
Past moss ravaged walls,
overladen, enlightened trees,
I wander into the abyss,
O seeker of plentitude.
Travellers don’t come in this season,
Weather too hostile, unforgiving,
Through dark forests I roam,
Toward white shining mother,
Weather intensifies, closes in,
Hugs me tight,
Utterance of the vast,
I camp by golden volcanic rim,
Racing across moonless sky.