My soul lives
on an abandoned mountaintop
far away from the toils
of everyday live
and it is becoming
more and more
of a recluse
with every day that passes.
It runs with the wolves
and it resides under the towering firs
in a simple cabin.
Where that empty wilderness
used to frighten me
I now have found
it is just a logical outcome for me.
The way to go
after where I've been.
This place is far from loneliness.
It is crawling and bursting with purity.
Even from that isolated
austere place
it speaks to me
constantly
and I hear its warm voice
without interruption.
I've never felt
a deeper consolation
than the knowledge
of that unbreakable connection.
The tiniest sprout
has pushed from the seed
I have planted many years ago
and it has taken me ages
to nurture it to what it has become.
Sappy and green
and lush.
Glowing with energy
and rapture.
Full of nowness.
And it calls me
by my true name
which no one else
knows.