Be careful what you ask for

On the eve of the new year I climbed the sacred mountain with twenty pilgrims. In silence. We circled the tors, sentinel stones, weathered, mute, belonging to no-one but their Mother Earth. The mountain gods wailed, whipped at flesh, sucked the last heat from bones and threw thoughts to the sea. I waited. The ants, far below, rolled rock. It’s time, they railed, you know you can move your own ground. I swallowed my silence. Love, abundance, non-attachment. The words fell at my feet, flew to the sky.


5 thoughts on “Be careful what you ask for

  1. ah jen jen!
    the usual: gifted by turning prose into poetry

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  2. Kind words, Mr Geo.kalpataru 🙂

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  3. this is beautiful… very beautiful.

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