We all come from the mountaintop,
and there we shall remain
until we return.
Flung to the valley floor,
we pull ourselves back to the origin,
as if on strings.
Our climb is the journey
to a home we never left.
Journalism of the soul by Waldo Noesta
We all come from the mountaintop,
and there we shall remain
until we return.
Flung to the valley floor,
we pull ourselves back to the origin,
as if on strings.
Our climb is the journey
to a home we never left.
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