The mountain blooms without fail.
I enter the trail.
My holy grail.
There is no dullness in this life of ours.
Cobblestones loosely line the ground.
Nature’s way of keeping things sound.
The smell of untouched beauty in all its might.
I relish in pure delight.
Loosing myself in the pleasant sight.
The stillness of heavenly serenity.
I embrace further what defies gravity.
Greenery fills the landscapes that I tread.
My inhibitions are dead.
I emerge from my mother's innermost being.
The calling of the running stream.
Demands for me to water myself in her womb.
This is a natural tomb for the doom of all gloom.
Oh, do look above at the birth of the new moon.
The humbling nature of our mother.
The boundless grace of our father.
The potency of the gods.
The never-ending emergence of the flower pods.
My majestic escape for eternity.
Blooming Mountain is for me.
Blooming Mountain by EJ for EJblogtv
an Enjoyment Journal about Everything EJ
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