alive . . .

alive . . .

the Clouds hang,

they loom in an uncertain stillness

over the peaks of the Mountains

embracing the peaks

as they reach to the heavens

the Clouds bring forth the divine moisture

as they kiss each and every crevice

every protruding precipice

with the moisture of life

water

i watch as they undulate

accepting the penetrating spires

and their intrusions

in to the ether of her body

and the Cloud lovingly kiss again

and again

in the midst of their Holy Union

below in the Valley

if we are observant

if we are still

if we are silent

we become a part of

this concordant ballet of life

the circumspection of being

here

and we are fed

fed an understanding of life’s cyclic continuance

and i feel it within my self as well

and i too am kissed upon my consciousness

that we are a part of the whole

and the whole is as i am

alive . . .

© 17 Febraury 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.