Mountain to mound.
To reach atop, stand
on the peak,
to have
a spark and come
down
and move in
around the
vast world in
its full ambiance
to travel, to
view
and gather
its
faults and merits ,
to give
a nod in its
totality and
grandeur:
to have
a feel of smallness too,
of self
and surroundings,
to cull
out the origin and
roots of
happenings; the
tall tree
and flow of river
the
cicadas and parrots
make you wonder
the emptiness
of the beings around –
they are
the earthen ware
and clay
to be discarded.
You behold
the sky
You breathe.
A relief in void.
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