Stand atop a mountain
Death and peril far below
And feel the inner calling
Of the fire and the snow.
Stand atop a mountain
Lodged betwixt the war and peace
And see the inner beauty
Of the angel and the beast.
Stand atop a mountain
Beat the drum and stare ahead
And feel the inner music
Of the living and the dead.
Stand atop a mountain
That from birth has called your name
And feel the inner heaven
That puts all discourse to shame.
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Photography: artist unknown
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