November 3, 2016
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Where is the misty wind?
Why does the mountain not travel?
Does it take delight
of the visitors on the trees?
Why does the mountain not sail?
Take a ship, enjoy Life's marvel.
.Would it rather savor the green knolls?
In love with its moist grass.
Ah! Yet, the mountain does not know.
It has already traveled.
Ever slowly but steadfast.
All experiences amassed.
The mountain need not conform to the norm.
It does not obey the mandates of lesser beings.
It enjoys the adventure called life,
in its own special way.
