In The Flat Silence Of The Forest Mountain

 
 
A morning stream flowing straight from the sun, water sprinkles, splashing between the glossy pebbles, and runs thru' like spangled stars of the milky way, in a dark night.Simply delightful when you drift while the sun just opens the eye , cast a beaming ray, and the earth greets the first whispers and touches of life..  
 
You're taken in poetic cascade, where silence speaks volumes, and the pine forest opens its arms, wide to winged dryads, Pan and sylvan spirits reside, it is the shrine of your feelings, the real home of the soul that is lost in the wreckage of the modern hustle and the humanity oblivion; in the mundane needs of the dirty streets  
 
I proceed..ahead, forest bound and mountain-ward, hiking, where the lost self is found, the decadent human being is regenerated anew, in a heavenly frame, from the resource and its origins, we are not neanderthal creatures after all, we belong to the higher species of humanity......  
 
i find the real part that i have been stripped of, while mingling in the dirty melting pot of the town...things that hide and stand like an opaque screen against truth and reality...your skyline's misted, and your vision blurred by so many falsified truths...Now, its the mountain, solid truth, unshakable root, faithful spot, and steadfast resistance...  
 
Time runs slowly, eternity of a moment, even a timeless existence, the same boulder still existing since my childhood, with its massive consistency concealing our secrets, keeping the finest and the most memorable souvenirs...  
 
I carved a name here, or may be a sign i do not remember,......indelible like ink , reminiscent of the past, of innocent games, and lizards chasing, snakes teasing,..........fear was yet to be written in my dictionary, until i grew older and wiser...and all the emotive diction afterwards.............  
 
Now, i see what as a child i had been missing, or may be had been giving an earthly literal definition, so simple explanation, not farther than that skyline i see yonder...  
I see with the mind's eye my mystical existence, my poetic eternity, my heavenly return to stay pure, and live eternally unaltered....indelible like inked being on the pages of time.......  
 
On the mountain, as hard and by the forest as tender the self returns to its self, the first-ever given breath whispered from beyond the cloud, to nestle in this body, earthly lifetime....building an eternal abode after all the human frames are exhausted ...  
 
 
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