The stream trickles over moss grown rocks

through a pristine valley as it makes its way

to the foot of the ridge.

I have traveled many miles and spent countless

hours tracking this unknown yet complex life.

The small eddies puddle as I thirst. I place cupped hands into the pool and feel the passion of life flowing between my fingers.

My face is awash, glistened and refreshed as I sip from the silken flow.

As if wisps of dreams lead me through the narrow defilade, I trek onward to find the head of this meandering force.

A small bend reveals the end of my search as water echos temptations deep within the cave.

Weathered by razor sharp winds and polished smooth by time, the cave is still pristine and virgin like. Placated by my quest, yet honed with the desire of the explorer I venture forward.

I feel the cave knows me for some reason, as I enter into the dark deep.

There is a life forced welled up within the bowels of this earth that trembles at my  intrusion. I am honored as if my life is swallowed up within mother earth herself.

I followed my instincts and was beckoned by the echos of the cave.

As I enter the sanctuary of life, I know I have been truly blessed. I take care not to disturb the purity of this place. Truly, Heaven’s light glows within. I am careful where I trod with each step a sure purpose. The walls feel of satin and silk. Warm to the touch.

I probe deeper within as time seems to still and life’s well spring flows with each step. I speak, but words fall short. I am in a place of grace and honor. My eyes close as I touch sacred ground.

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