What else is tranquility
if not this gentle breeze
blowing lazily over the fresh mountain grass?
What else is purity
if not this cold meltwater stream
bringing life to whatever it touches?
Lost on remote mountain passes
living a life simple but full of meaning
amid granite, condors and glaciers
my heart becomes one with the planet
and I find my true self as part of something larger
as a gentle Sun shines upon my inner garden.