sacred

i traveled

to the mountains yesterday

there were dark clouds

immersed in blue sky

i felt in the stunning hues

a comfortable kind of melancholy

a contradiction

somehow

i don’t know why

a lonely kind of solitude

i guess it is expectation

in an impossible world

of what else

could possibly be fake

a smile

a hug

a kiss

a misguided wish

oh the life i have lived

giving myself away

to the empty call

of what i should do

to impress

be best

how i should look

what words i should hold

and what words i should speak

so yesterday

the mountains lured me

the falling mirage

of red and gold

in ancestral trees

where in the end

all leaves die

fall

and blow away

to somewhere

i will never know

the trees become bare

a dancer’s silhouette

arms so graceful

against the stark untouched land

in the beauty of gray days

until the bloom

of rhododendron in the spring

so i gazed over an endless sea

of mountains stretched out

in front of me

the blue gray clouds meandered by

the transformation of it all

was like a hymn

of forgotten words

the ones we know

but really do not

amazing grace

how sweet the sound

cascaded through the trees

i closed my eyes

i heard the sea

and just like me

everything yearns to be free

from the me and the you

who lived our lives

but did not heed the call

and so i ended

up on a mountain top

where awe creates undoing

of all we should not be doing

in a long awaited stirring

of deep breathing

the elixir for intoxicated living

and where at last

we find our pot of gold

our stories to hold

and the mystery

of our lives

to behold

and yet unpretentiously unfold

the reason we are alive

the awe of it all

it is the miracle

we cannot find

the why on this earth

the why i am even here

it is a sacred awe

the peace of knowing

that in the scheme of it all

the natural order

of all living things

i am

we are

so very very

insignificantly small

~ patty

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.