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I left the mountain
of quiet solitude
where I had enjoyed
the language of
clouds, auroras, and snowbirds
to settle henceforth
in the clamorous valley below.
I had come from afar
to embrace one and all
in my contemplations,
but solitude, too, can bind the mind
and render it impervious
to the pain of the multitudes.
We must find peace
amidst the roar of cities
and learn to love
in close proximity
to suffering.
Neither down in the valley
nor way up among the peaks
do we locate serenity.
Its source lies in the eternal sun
that does not rise or set
but faithfully radiates
from our own heart
whenever the fog of amnesia
has lifted.
Please check out Georg Feuerstein's book Transparent Leaves From the Tree of Life: Metaphysical Poems.
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