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"Journey"
Nestled in the mountains high
amidst the sun, the moon, the skies.
Surrounded by great forests there
I listen to ancient secrets bared.
A walk through scented sage and pinon
towards the mountains and back again
sends me soaring as the eagle
its mighty presence, bold and regal.
High above the Blue Lake there
soft voices heard upon the air.
My head bends low in solemn splendor
for peace is found both rare and tender.
These wanderings take me far and deep
where creatures of the woodland sleep.
There I plummet to depths unknown,
stirring images; my mind's eye grown.
Atop a lush, green, grassy knoll
I quake to the baring of my soul.
This is no dream.
No premonition.
In awe I shiver with recognition
...I've come come.