Hills and Longing

Hills and Longing

Longingly I gaze at the hills
Visible, yet so far.

How I yearn to climb those slopes
Make my circular way
To the those beckoning
Ever hardening peaks

Rest my head my head
In their warm embrace
Allow the rhythm of the world
To put me to sleep

I awaken to the site
Of the undulations of the plains
And make my slow meandering way
Down to the valley below

Stopping every now and then
To sniff a flower here,
Taste a delicacy there

Till I arrive
At the sliver of the river

Through smell, taste and eyes
I try to discern the source
Delving deeper through the layers
Unfolding and moist

But only to the gentlest touch
I smell deeply of the moss
And its unique musty fragrance

And gently tease out
The source of life below

As I drink from this wonderous spring
It seems to respond
And grip my head
in an ecstatic vice

A pilgrimage ends, and I am blessed.

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