Mountains Calling!
Some say I am lost,
losing away youth to nothingness.
Some say I am a dreamer,
dreaming away life into wilderness.
To them I sing, not all who wander are lost,
The mountains are calling and I must go!
I am happy basking in the unknown,
wrapping my soul in mysticism.
losing away youth to nothingness.
Some say I am a dreamer,
dreaming away life into wilderness.
To them I sing, not all who wander are lost,
The mountains are calling and I must go!
wrapping my soul in mysticism.
Watch me climb another hillock,
as you dare to dream within costly chains of complacency.
Daughter of Gaia I am, blissfulness be my soul's sole purpose,
The mountains are calling and I must rise!
The sun soars in the east, hides to the west,
when was last you gazed nature at its best?
The mountains are calling and I must rise!
when was last you gazed nature at its best?
My home's an illustrated book, many doodles diving through,
and many miles to walk, before dreamy dying eyes watching without clue.
Not the killing, but disorder - the inner disorder we must do,
The mountains are calling, and I must fly!
The mountains are calling, and I must fly!
Nothings wrong, nothings right,
everything resides in your mind.
Do I get to sing one last time,
before you decry another crime.
Every step you take becomes a mistake,
The mountains are calling, and I must escape!
Do I know myself or the one you taught,
with dime and dollars all but nature be bought.
The mountains are calling, and I must escape!
with dime and dollars all but nature be bought.
You have a beautiful open mind,
only inner beauty be blissful joy.
And I no more cry crawling for desires,
The mountains are calling, and I must try!
The mountains are calling, and I must try!
Shutting my eyes to listen low,
prying open thy third eye to let flow.
Sleep walking wearily when I can fly,
to seize all from maya; the cosmic lie.
Watered enough the lotus now must bloom,
The mountains are inviting, and I must boom!
The mountains are inviting, and I must boom!
Pray thy prayer to thy preyer,
before time slips off to now or never.
Imbecile spineless sinners slyly grin along,
won't you help sing the last love song?
For united we rise, divided we must fall,
When the mountains call, I must go!
Life delicately designed of momentary moments,
gratitude be my only attitude.
Why worry when He knows it all,
Floating freely, answer thy inner call.
The mountains are singing, and I must dance!
Future flies fast, past passes faster,
this present moment to ever last.
Breathe His beauty connecting with the One,
I bow low front thy moon and the sun.
Entering ecstatically into the magical void,
The mountains called, and I enjoyed!
What becomes when thee finally floating free,
no thing be nothing, all men must die!
Then why cry breathing delusional illusion,
when this life be His immortal impression.
Forever finding true blissfulness, sat-chit-ananda!
The mountains are calling, and I am gone!
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| *Kitta* |
~ Bholenath.
*Shortlisted as this week's top "OneFrameStory"
#OFS65.
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