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I saw the mountain and left my heart at its feet. I didn't even want to climb but I wanted to hear its own heartbeat. I wanted to be earth, and remain so for as long as it was mountain. I wanted to bury its worries, whisper gentle words and let the vastness of its spirit resonate and echo melodies made of written realities only known to the skies. There are watchful eyes overlooking its standing but what a strong mountain it is. The sap of its inhabiting trees circulates indefatiguably through its essence as though nature forgot its laws when it nurtured this soft cored rock and placed this earth, with a flawed heart at its feet. That was all to say, that it is in between the two where The Divine is met, that it is in this landscape where Decree is set.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
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I saw the mountain and left my heart at its feet. I didn't even want to climb but I wanted to hear its own heartbeat. I wanted to be earth, and remain so for as long as it was mountain. I wanted to bury its worries, whisper gentle words and let the vastness of its spirit resonate and echo melodies made of written realities only known to the skies. There are watchful eyes overlooking its standing but what a strong mountain it is. The sap of its inhabiting trees circulates indefatiguably through its essence as though nature forgot its laws when it nurtured this soft cored rock and placed this earth, with a flawed heart at its feet. That was all to say, that it is in between the two where The Divine is met, that it is in this landscape where Decree is set.
hida-abbad
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
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