you climb the mountain
up to its peak
and on the cliff you
stand and then
scream
the mountains beyond
spread like the ocean
like the sky like the
space into an eternity
of fullness
you shout at the top of
your voice
in an emptying prelude
nature's desire
nothing is changed
the mountains are mountains
still like the skies and the
ocean and the vastness of an
occupying space
and then the silence that
fills you again that ripples
inside you like those
winds entering the window
vibrating to the silky curtains
the much needed
break, the pause, the beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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