The Snow Clad Mountains

The snow-clad mountains, Deep white, clam, and cold, Smiling, so steady and strong. To the far across, As I can see, As I can feel, It’s tender softness Layers the hostility. To conquer it, Beyond the life and death, It’s stillness, It’s lifeless, It’s hard rock stones, Cladded with mud here and there And covered Read More …

Continue the walk

And then again, I paused, In a thought, Is this the same joy, Is this the same spirit, How can life be so wonderful, Even, when there are dismays… Storms, thunders! I want to wait and relax, And see, where I go, I want to hold, And then, let go, All the anguish, fear and Read More …