I got back to the silence of the mountains
It was like breath
Like soul
I felt the vibrations
The call back to peace
Even though I’ve been removed
And have been coming back
The absence
And refreshment
Was like a blood transfusion
It is there
On that Mountain
Deep into the woods
There’s nothing there
But eternity and me.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
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Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
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Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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by Yashasvi Shailly
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