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Placed on top of the mountain
There are only so many options
Available at that point,
You could attempt to travel down
A long path between the sharp rocks and
Icey patches in order to join up at the bottom
With everyone else’s confusion,
Or you could sit at the top
As the stillness takes hold
And stop where the air has been calm
In the kind of meditation only this place can bring,
But you could
Stand
Up
At the top of the mountain
Looking up at the expanse of sky
And drinking in the light and
Being lifted toward where the birds fly
While your spirit
Joins your mind with the clouds…
Such is life.

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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