Sacred Space: Reflections Call of the Mountains
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I return to the mountains again and again to trek, to climb, to wander and to be still; to find myself, so easily, so joyously, when I return to where I belong. There I find, without even an awareness of seeking, that I am...forever am.
I remember the blue skies and the valley below me, the river flowing and the mountain ahead of me. I can see the distant snow-clad peaks, the changing hues of the seasons, the sunsets I watched every day of the three years I lived where I will always see myself in my mind's eye. I remember the mountains and the forests....and how did I forget the streams? The streams are a rhapsody, for in them I can hear the song of life - the melody, the verse, the measure, and I am mesmerized. Yet somehow I do not hear the hymn, I do not heed the words because I am the tune and the chant, until the stream itself awakens me.
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Reflections Meditation Yagya AUM
Masters & Sages
Pilgrim Trails
It was a time of joy, a time of recognition, a time of realisation. It was a time of purity; of finding without seeking; of knowing without learning. It was a time of youth and it was the time of Truth. It was a time of freedom, a time of consciousness, it was the time of being.
In the morning mist, the sun peeped through: gentle, enveloping. In the night sky, I could have sworn Infinity stretched forever. The days were long and the nights were young.
And through the nuances of every hour of the day I knew who I am in the changing faces of the day and the darkness of the night. When I left I knew that I had held all of life in the palm of my hands. And now I share my mountains with those who trek, who climb, who wander, as I have done...to seek, to find...
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