Meditation Mountain

There is a place

                Where the moon

                Dares to go

                Cheek-to-Cheek

                With the Mountain

In a Blue-sparkled Night

                Serenade,

With a hundred voices

Met in a steady hum—

A circle round,

Hearts beat a convivial, silent drum.

 

There is a place

                Where hands encircle

                Fifty-nine years.

                Painted in the velvet sky:

                In one poetic moment,

                A decade and one year

                For me glide by.

 

And on the way down from the Mountain,

Stepping on Uncertain Stones,

Feeling the mysterious whisper of Future

Buzz inside your ears,

And clinging to hands

As you make your way down,

Knowing that

Years from now,

The moon

                Will still dare

                To go

                Cheek-to-Cheek

                With the Mountain

 

In a Blue-sparkled Night

                Serenade,

With a hundred voices

Met in a steady hum—

A circle round,

Hearts beat a convivial, silent drum:

 

Everlasting.

 

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

Very peaceful. I like.