Watching the Tides

Eternity waits Sitting on the shore Watching the in and out The ebb and flow of time New eras flow in Old eras trickle out Detritus of the ages Remains like driftwood on the sand Erased and replaced By the never-ending tides

Mountain Top

In the high places In the lofty, lonely places seekers after truth stretch their minds and souls to the infinite. Shamans and priests pilgrims and hermits make their way to the very summit to seek enlightenment. On the mountaintop the world disappears Everything seems so small from up there The air is clean and clear…