A mountain top
I lay like a frozen mountain top
Empty, desolate, beautiful
Separated from all, so only the worthy can come close
Nothing can live with me or last long
though perhaps it’s the other way around
I cooled my molten veins
Abstained from food and drink
To embrace the emptiness
And let its purity cleanse me.
Snow melt tears preceded
And their floods broke down the debris
And swept it away to null importance
For this mountain still rises.
I was led to a fresh start
By the divine light that guides my heart.
This poem is about:
Me