Fast Times on Sand Mountain
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
  Moving in discovery

So, I've been going through the last of my boxes of crap and found a writing folder of stuff I had written - some of it when I was 14 or so. I thought I'd share:

At the Top of the Hill

At the top of the hill spires reach to the sky

and the tips touch the clouds.

At the top of the hill you can see anything,

and everything.

At the top of the hill,

when looked upon closely,

divine beauty is discovered.

At the top of the hill the sun touches the

earth, and it is here,

the God we all dream of.

At the top of the hill the moon looks down

upon us and wishes us a night free of worries.

At the top of the hill when all is dark and

peaceful, we discovered what it means to be

happy, we discovered God.

At the top of the hill the spires reach to the sky

and the tips touch the clouds.

At the top of the hill it is not important

what you see, it is only a picture.

At the top of the hill there is a beautiful

picture, but it is not important.

At the top of the hill you must discover

your god.

At the top of the hill I discovered mine.

At the top of your hill the spires will

Reach for the sky.

And it will be beautiful.

____________________

I must have written it when I was 15 or 16. I do remember if was written after sitting on our balcony and watching the sunset over this. I wish I could get a better picture of the front. Oh well.

 
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