SECRETS OF THE MOUNTAIN.

I look onto the mountain and see death,

No other beauty catches one's breath,

The overwhelming potency the mountain ejects,

Is absent in life, in my everydayness.

I struggle to maintain a normal stance,

I struggle to sustain impressions to make others dance

In comfort, of my honesty 

Yet I realize that, I'm just the same in their company,

And reflections of myself, I see in you, which makes this uncanny.

I look onto the mountain and see death,

The gentle throbbing of omnipresent beauty

Caught in each breath,

As the stream chatters merrily

And the pines sway their heads,

Shows me the life that I lead is far from this rest,

And there's never a best, until the beauty of death.

Acceptance is my folly,

Knowing's a fleeting sight amplified in feeling

Is all that is, is all that is only.