Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Weekend Bliss high up at 3060 meters



In the bliss of the given moment
with wind blowing through me
I spoke of Impermanence "Mitagpa"

High up on the mountains
with a view to die for
I stood on the edge and took a breath

The sun shone brightly
highlighting the blueness of the sky
and the greenery of the mountains
Even the clouds spread like art

As prayer flags fluttered every second...

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