When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Monday, August 8, 2011

Higher and higher

I look up, above me  The Rocky mountains surround me with their majestic beauty.

I sit here , camped beneath them.

Where blue green glacier waters meet ancient stone.
I am wrapped in this vortex of energy , so powerful , so  wise.

Tears stream down my cheeks with immeasurable appreciation in being here.
I am filled from my roots to the top of my crown !


M'Larky

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