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A sense of essence

The sky, the other ocean,

Summits, stone waves,  sea of peaks,

Cloud machines, flying water, drops,

We blend in.

Cutting tracks, tracing lines, walking miles,  scrambling up. 

I shed skin.

Many skins.

Each breath takes me to new breadth 

I am blending.

Breathing the landscape in,

And out.

Taming it, feeling it, earning it

Silence speaks: stillness is moving forward in wilderness.

Leafs murmur, dead tree trunks squeak their memories,

The grass runs wild in the wind.

I can drink the air before me, it tastes green and blue.

Atop a peak, I take a peak

and there I met Peter Pan.

 

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