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Mystical �Elightenment

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Flat and vast, the dormant hills sleep in the mist
They stretch wide their flanks on every earthy inch
Where the wheat fields and furrows, �both exist
And back beyond the flat lines, rise gigantic rocks
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From the rocky hills, whence i stand watching �
The view makes the time a one moment extending �
Lengthy and slow and the hush ever existing �
With a white noise, constant murmur in the back �
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The mountain's height challenge the blue firmament �
From an upper view, their crests graze the sky's face �
Or may be both earth's dust and heaven's oxygen coincide �
Where a poet can feel and sense a presence of human being �
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I feel the world from here like a source of fine resource �
A spot whence poetry is to be gleaned and arts to be created �
I feel the mountain a sacred shrine for heaven's adoration �
And the spirit finds its essence without sophistication �
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Silence is a book written in clean mystical inspiration �
Bestowed on those whose heart and mind are in harmony �
Gifted to the humans who are willing to see the truth �
And strive with pain to make poetry a heaven's proof �
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