My Mountaintop

At times I walk the lonely path no matter who’s beside me

while voices I hear in my mind don’t comfort but deride me.

Then even if surrounded by those people and their smiles

I can find no other Spirit for miles and miles and miles.

But these are not a time of woe when sadness fills my heart

for these are times I look within – a very gentle art.

There, deep within my Spirit there lies a land unknown

with seeds that I sowed years ago and now are fully grown.

I walk upon a verdant land where Wilderness prevails.

I sit beside a babbling brook and listen to its tales.

I climb upon the highest peak; a cold breeze cools my Soul

and somehow, I then know I’ve reached my lifelong goal.

Then, there upon my mountain top, I gaze out on the land

and know that there without my Soul is nought but drifting sand.

So when I’m feeling lonely, I know just where I should go

and that’s into that other place that helps my Spirit grow.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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