Author Description

Mountains and mighty world decay in my heart. The guide, the soul, the eye of a presence elevate thoughts and deeply interfused sublime senses. Nature and language of the sense still the sadness of joyful songs. A murmur of gifts learned abundance is the only perception of being. Oh dear friend, got heal and impress the reverberation of sweet harmonies while quietness makes the voice of light. The memory remembers a me from the wild eyes but no more can I hear the greed of lovely forms. Joy to joy shoots the mature consciousness of delightful existence. Hopes and wishes run in circles while the spirit of enjoyment turns back ardent confusion into deep silence. The multitude of subtil sounds clear this wild place of common pleasure. A single mountain, my home without a name, distant to a short place. Leaves and birds appear as the voice of myself. In this gentle breeze, azure sky clear stream and wandering cloud. The heavyweight of labor free in a murmur of a symphony. At ease, undisturbed by gently moves, the power of patient and love make the perfect poetry of harmonious verse.