autumnal blue mist settles
a mystic painter’s mixed colour palette
and something stirs in me
a mountain, veiled in mist and shadow,
painted by a forest's fragrance
and a temple
singing through its hollows
where only the wind
is left to worship
something echoes through the trees
leaving whispers in its wake
I walk the lonely path
unafraid,
not alone
ancient eyes are watching,
primal breath is stirring,
clouds gather in my bones
earth ever changing beneath my feet
a restless dance that goes on and on
as I get lost in the disorienting
swirls and wisps of water
flowing from the mountain
