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Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away

I stood at the base of a mountain
on a world far from where I thought I was born

and fought the descending wind
gathering snow and ice.

The sky was void of any star
yet shadows moved across fields.

The sky gave nothing away
and kept directions secret.

Crossing snow bridges
and stepping between tall seracs

I moved away from the mountain
into unknown horizons.

Poem – Obstacles

A river with no bridge.

A road with no direction.

A forest with no path.

A mountain with no steps.

What obstacles stand in your way?

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Poem – Ocean

Across sullen waters
I watch the madness
play out each evening.

And in the morning
I watch land recede
until I am the ocean.

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Poem – Rebirth

At the top of the mountain
beyond the pass
I stopped and looked back
at the path I wandered
and there were no footsteps
in the powdered snow.

Further beyond the talus and scree
the empty field burns

and I watch with waning
fear as I let go of that

previous version of me
burning beneath the tree of life.

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Poem – Standing on the Edge

Standing on the edge
of the mountains I have built

I am alone and yet my content
fills the valley.

Shadows cross my eyes
and in the that moment

waves of snow and ice
fall upon me from the heavens.

I slept that night on the peak
as the sky cleared and the crystal

horizon morphed into a canvas
filled with stars and the cosmos.

I woke days later beside myself
and free-floating.

Upon the arctic winds
I let go and fell

into and out of each
deep crevasses until

I stopped, standing upon
the shoreline of an ancient sea.

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Poem – Winter Songs – Part 2

I awoke to the full moon
dipping into the cold river.

Light sprinkled across the
untouched snow except for

a single path of recent
paw prints leading from

the water to the distant
tree line lost in the mountain shadow.

Poem – Mountain of God

I have passed this way before.
I have seen these desert grains pass through
worn and bleeding fingers.
I slept beneath these trees
and I cried upon the boulders.
Yet I do not know where this is,
I do not know where I am.

The land becomes the sky as
the horizon falls away
and the stars become the
path I now walk.

With eyes closed I let go and wandered
until I stood at the foot of the mountain of God.

Poem – What is Meant to Be

The day’s chaos subsides
as the wind carries my worries away
and the trees wrap their limbs around me,
I close my eyes and the mountains appear.

The day’s battle and the outcome set
I relinquish the inner turmoil to the stars
as I cross tundra and rivers
setting up camp at the foot of the mountain.

What the mind seeks
what the body needs
what the soul requires
what the being is meant to be

is there, is here
as a murder of ravens
passes overhead
leading you to the empty fields.

Poem – Random Lines

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A moment of clarity.
Forced distance and disconnection.
Reliance on the self.
Self reflection.
The inner voice surfacing.

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At sea the land beomces
an opening act as the
water becomes the encore
and focus.

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What was lost becomes clear.
Mountain shadows overcome fear.

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Poem – Mountain King

Mountain shadows swallow the valley.

A single path cuts through dense and overgrown vegetation beneath the ancient forest and persistent shining moon.

Millions of years have passed unnoticed to the solitary figure walking alone down this path.

He has not rested, has has not slept.

He has met no other being.

He is the mountain king.