I have climbed many a mountain
seen vistas of desert and ocean
I have relished in all the glory
those glimpses of my devotion

few can compare however
to that view that I call my own
the view that I see from my window
on the mountain which I call my home

From the harsh desert to the south
that from here looses its harsh temper
to the forests that spread to north
blending in waves of green
That band of blue on the horizon
which signals the ever present sea
and lights and buildings that which are mans addition
to g-ds great finery

I have seen you in summer, when the sun commands
and the winter rains are visible wherever they fall in this land
I have seen the brief glimpses when while white surrounds this peak
the land below is left green

I know you in all your shades
your angers your sadness your fears
I have seen the clouds of war in the distance
and your quietude of your sleep

I have seen you cycle through the season, and again year upon year
and I have forgotten to look
forgotten to gaze
I have forgotten that I should still be amazed
at that beauty I need to hold dear

When did I first forget to fight
the jadedness I knew would come
when did this view so vast
so grand
drift into routine

Sometime I fight to remember
but only when I remember to fight

Were you not meant for this prolonged exposure
to be viewed only in memory
was I a fool to call the mountain my home
and think I could have you
from now into eternity

It is true I still see you daily
it is true my eyes sometimes see
but is it destined that by having you always
your magic is lost to me

Leaping from the ledge
freed from control
those moment of bliss of warm air still
rushing over your skin
all worries are forgot
even fear is caste away
you hit the water and it hits back
and the penetratng cold invigorates
your body for a blissful second
is no longer numb to feeling
there is neither up nor down
all worries dare not come
even fear stands back
and you are alone
no thought yet pleasure
you burst forth back to air
and the world is real once more
mind thinks once more
and those worries return once more
and as you continue
soaked through and through
you strive to hold on to the memories
and take pleasure in chill

And he rose in the morning to start his journey far
He sold his belongings
He packed his meager food
He started off across the plain
the hills
the forest
the lakes
until he reached that desert where the holy mountain stood

He climbed that craggy peak
that unforgiving ladder
but at the top
before he spoke
he heard a voice much louder

Go home
it rang
inside that single soul

I can't
sprang the reply
unbidden to his lips

Your purpose is known
your zeal is noted
now return to your former abode

My life
My life
Yours is my life
I give it freely with love

Go home
it repeats
return to the living
reburden yourself with this world

My life
I say
Please take this life
Let this sacrifice well wished be received

Your wishes are well
but your life is found wanting
you would sully this mountain
by that deed

The silence which followed
was the loudest of all
echoing through the spheres

The numb journey down
and the living which followed
passed like a fever dream

This rejection of self
This unwanted gain
Gave truth
To his innermost fears

When will we ever dream again
Those dreams now lost to youth
When will the horizon be so far
But reachable to one and all
Can time be made to forget
The inadequacies we have bought
Or will the current swiftly bring us us along
Without care for what we once thought

Can the world really be so cold
Even as the sun beats down
Can the bounds that truley bind us
Be anything but ourselves

Here's a song of for the disillusioned
For those who've tried and failed
Here's wishing that that harsh reality
Retreats once more behind the veil
Truth is unbecoming
To the noble of heart
For only those steeped in ignorance
Can reach desires' end
So take up with me this call to action
The purging of the known
Let us look upon the world with eyes new
And may dreams once more flow

It is in these nights
these stillest of nights
where the semi-arid air surrounds

the baking heat
that was the day
has for some time
given way

subtle aromas
fill all senses
combining sage
with that of gentle dirt

overlooking
the lights of cities
which strive to mirror
the stars inert

sit and ponder

all life's questions

for it is in these nights
these stillest of nights
that those grand answers might be found

Hide my self
hide my sorrow
learn to live
like no tomorrow

Tomorrow comes
and with it pain
the true self buried
further away

fire burns
water burns
but nothing burns
most of all

the height of living
is almost dying
rain matters not
at the waterfall

in the desert,
life is born
only to die in the sea

the dust in the air
are the bones of the old
in the land of the money
the slave is most free

the gentle breeze
tears down mountains
the stars above
are always too dark
the relentless clock of hatefull time
makes new lives begin to die

a glimpse of life is more than needed
before the chance at death

yet few receive
a shoulder to lean
those who do resent

and our envy our envy
is most deserved
to those whose time well spent