The air we breathe
on the peak
is like none other,
and the visions
unfurl with radiance –
wonder to behold.
I drink everything in,
greedy, full of need;
purified yearning –
like this love, floating
here to there.
Filed under Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Thoughts, Travel
Tagged as air, delight, love, Penyfan, Presence, radiance, Wonder
Reminds me of a time I went hiking, but it wasn’t nearly as sweet as this, with someone beloved to share the view. =)
Thank you. Walking/hiking is wonderful isn’t it? I always feel walking is like love, in the sense that it makes the world a more colourful and expansive place.
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