It’s Love at first sight.
The sunlight shines on a rock, warming it with the power and fuel that has traveled thousands of years in time to get to this very moment. Wind stirs a mighty friction, dancing on the rock’s surface. And here I sit in the middle of magic. Views as far as the eye can see, the paper I attempt to write on flutters and tries to join in the movement.
Perhaps a rebellious attempt to return to its Mother.
Oh, how I understand such fluttering, such longing, such surrender to the eternal
A calm in the wind’s dance delivers eerie silence. As I look out at the horizon, at the pinched peaks covered in trees and snow, I can do nothing but sing.
Divine beauty, open my mouth so my lips may sing its infinite Song.
May every mountain to every grain of sand join me so that our vocal rhythms reflect that which goes unseen; the divine fabric that is everything and nothing all at once.