I am on a majestic mountaintop
Peerless columns of igneous granite
extending skyward
Drifts of forgotten snow vanishing
under the solar rays
An intoxicating breeze flows across my bare skin
The earth below me with all her mysteries
Desolate plains sprawled endlessly in the vastness
The curvature of the planet in the horizon
The cityscape so minuscule
Hoards of people going about their business
Lives tamed by their daily rituals
The collective spirit of humankind
searching for the answer
The answer is right here, right now
The voice of God here on this mountaintop
Telling me to "Love Everything"
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Describing well the paradox of beauty at our fingertips yet our stubborn shortsightedness in recognizing it: blinded by the daily ritual.
Looking down from the mountain top you are the Lord of flies .
I think I am a fly.
So very true, good write.
I love how how described the mountaintop, the cityscape, and the surrounding area. Nicely done!
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