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In this high domed silence,
surrounded by mountain peaks
and hushed forest,
I sit on a sun-warmed rock
watching the azure water
that holds so many stories...
so many stories all around me,
in the bee that drones around my head
the scattering of pebbles near my feet
the scent of decaying leaves
and the gentle touch of sunlight on my face
I can breath in this place and become it,
its silence, its movement
its life and death,
melt into the infinite universes all around me
merging with the rock and grass and water,
just a small part of an enormous place in time
but in my own way, significant
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Elizabeth Farrell is an award winning poet and artist. She has lived with her husband and two children in Montana for 13 years. Her poetry, that focuses on spirituality, nature and inner healing, has appeared in Voices, Coffee Press Journal and other e-zines and online anthologies.
For more of Elizabeth Farrell's poetry, contact her below.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/spirit2light/
This poem Copyright ©2005 - Elizabeth Farrell. Reproduced with permission.
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