Passing through the Bear Mountain
left mountain path
far up the mountain
little by little
little by little
made of different circles
made of different sizes
made of seven brothers
not a stream
not a river
not a groaning sea
the mirrors of the sky
in the seven lakes
the seven emotions of the sky
are in motion
here
beauty triumphs over death
death becomes the starting point of life.
it is tumbling
dole's waves caressing.