Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Poem of the Mountain
I was embraced in your arms and now I take my leave.
The azaleas sway, waving as they see me off.
The sound of flowing water before me opens the path
As I return to the valley of people.
As I live and I grow old,
When life makes me weary, I gaze at you in the distance,
And if I still long for you, I go to you and enter your embrace.
I'll live like that, and, come the day when I can see you no more
I can be wrapped in your embrace
And become you.