Mt. Vision Revisited

There is a land in my soul

Shaped and formed by the tides of my emotions

A place of dreams it is

Wonderfully magical

Alight with the spirit of my being

The gentle rolling of the ocean is my laughter

The breeze, a deep sigh

The clouds, a moment’s contemplation

The suns, my ever constant Truth

Yet somewhere in this peaceful realm

On the dark side of a lonely hill

Lies a shadowed place of unpleasant depths

Where secrets dance ‘tween ancient trees

Then are lost in shadow’s impenetrable dark

Where deathly silence then reigns

Until with a cry of guilt it is shattered

Then awake sometimes to find Myself

Wandering like whispers in the darkness

Tears fall like torrential rain

This sorrowful shower of shame

Leaves me shivering in the cold

Until a shining light pierces

The tangled twisting trees of doubt

To lead me back to my place of dreams

And warm me on this journey

So I stand upon my hill

Looking out over all I deeply  love

A single tear of joy leaves my eye

As the blessing takes my heart

~CLS~

Mt. Vision, Inverness, CA – December 23 1998

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The Sun and the Mountain

Mt Vision, Linda Sorensen

Trapped in my mind

I couldn’t find release

So I sped across the bridge

Left the city behind me

 

I went up on a hill

Looking down over the sea

And I wandered through the redwoods

Searching around for inner peace

 

Then way up on the Mountain

The Sun rests his weary head

And way up on that Mountain

Wake a hundred buried dead

 

I don’t want to find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

And I never want to find you

Lying down there

Among them

 

When I left the tangled forest

I found that I was not alone

I turned to face a demon

With the familiar scent of home

 

The specter had me shaken

Yet I was awakened by the test

It said I was forsaken

For taken on my quest

 

Then way behind the Mountain

The Sun hid his sleeping head

And way up on that Mountain

Danced a hundred living dead

 

I don’t want to find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

And I never want to find you

Dancing up there

Among them

 

One foot in front of the other

I stumble down my lonely road

With one last shot of tequila

‘Fore I go into the valley below

 

With your hate-note for a map

And a cigarette to light my way

Shivering in your loathing

I await the break of day

 

Then way above the Mountain

The Sun rears his fiery head

And way up on that Mountain

Rests a hundred native dead

 

I don’t want to find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

And I never want to find you

Lying down there

Among them

 

Pray I never find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

No I never want you with me

 

Lying down there

 

Among them

 

 

~CLS~

 

Thank you Linda Sorensen for the wonderful painting of Mt. Vision and my long ago home of Inverness.  What a magical place…