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(out in the open) Eyes see a plane gaining speed...now airborne Soaring...from a background of bright, lush horizon Out in the open I see the high and low....of slopes...undulating, Curves and points abound...showing A rising A falling. Surface is covered with grass, bushes and trees A pallette of nature's colors...brown, yellow ochre, red, orange, green All are nurtured by light from sun All are watered by dew and rain. Outdoors, or indoors...there truly is a rising always followed...by a falling To show and prove, a story of birthing how it is.....when surviving and what transpires...when in the process of dying Alone...out here in the open I am infinitesimal...just a dot, amidst this vastness There's no one, just me...no rush...nothing is hastened When i speak...aloud, in whispers...Somebody always listens Even when i don't speak at all. There is calm...yet the sounds are endless The mockingbirds are singing...wind is whirring Somewhere, water is flowing, running, ...all are ceaseless... Now and then, heart beats, way too restless Followed by a moment of helplessness Have i strayed towards a path of selfishness? Could there be a need for more...of selflessness? In this diurnal existence, i am surrounded by mountains On my own, i could never conquer those soaring cones on my horizon But, i lift my eyes, up there...without a fiber of pretense Surrendering  my shoulders, my all, to a known Omnipresence. I dwell on a promise long time spoken That, no matter how high my mountains No matter how heavily laden Just  a look up to the Heavens Will make a big difference, For, in my heart, I know, I believe: Prayers Can Move Mountains. Sally Copyright January 8, 2016 rrab
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
MOUNTAINS
(out in the open) Eyes see a plane gaining speed...now airborne Soaring...from a background of bright, lush horizon Out in the open I see the high and low....of slopes...undulating, Curves and points abound...showing A rising A falling. Surface is covered with grass, bushes and trees A pallette of nature's colors...brown, yellow ochre, red, orange, green All are nurtured by light from sun All are watered by dew and rain. Outdoors, or indoors...there truly is a rising always followed...by a falling To show and prove, a story of birthing how it is.....when surviving and what transpires...when in the process of dying Alone...out here in the open I am infinitesimal...just a dot, amidst this vastness There's no one, just me...no rush...nothing is hastened When i speak...aloud, in whispers...Somebody always listens Even when i don't speak at all. There is calm...yet the sounds are endless The mockingbirds are singing...wind is whirring Somewhere, water is flowing, running, ...all are ceaseless... Now and then, heart beats, way too restless Followed by a moment of helplessness Have i strayed towards a path of selfishness? Could there be a need for more...of selflessness? In this diurnal existence, i am surrounded by mountains On my own, i could never conquer those soaring cones on my horizon But, i lift my eyes, up there...without a fiber of pretense Surrendering  my shoulders, my all, to a known Omnipresence. I dwell on a promise long time spoken That, no matter how high my mountains No matter how heavily laden Just  a look up to the Heavens Will make a big difference, For, in my heart, I know, I believe: Prayers Can Move Mountains. Sally Copyright January 8, 2016 rrab
#mountains#omnipresence#risingfalling
sally-a-bayan
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F/Filipino
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
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