Farmer and the mountain


He sees the peak everyday,
he still ploughs his land,
when he feels the cool breeze,
he knows its coming from the mountain

when he sweats,
he knows it cool up the mountain
when he is having a calm meal,
he can see the thunderstorms up he mountain

its the time,
mundane grips him no more,
clouds up the mountain call him,
every grass tells a story

who knows what it is,
home of the wild joy,
when the sweat and tears of joy merge,
imagination is one with the mind's eye
all is lost and all is won

19 Aug 2014 10:34

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