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

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