08.01.16

The mountains here reach for the sky grounded, still but towering high to peak among eagles that fly and ignite the winds; a grateful sigh. I wonder, when did they come to be, how many moons preceding me were they once the Earth beneath the sea, although they now bring forth the trees. Such cascading heights can only be reached when one has learned and now can teach, an absent state must be breached to become so engaged and knowingly preach. With such conviction from vastness of view, each jagged shoulder and arched back of blue shows how time can glide then shove with the new, all old growth around is living proof of what's true. .amk.