A grand horizon opens the heart,
letting fresh, enlivening air flow in.
In this verdant meadow atop the hill,
surrounded by graceful deodar trees,
I sense an immortal pulse within—
beauty soaring high, lifting me higher still.
Though vast, this scene reminds me
that I am not cut off from the Whole Truth.
The divine essence in all things
is, to me, simple existence.
Contradictory though it may seem,
in all, I glimpse God's hand.
Here, I feel most free,
open to His grace.
Amid mountains clothed in trees,
I am sheltered under His embrace.
And when I return to the great plains,
thankfulness will fill me
for the beauty that surrounds.
In simplicity, I recognize
the mysterious dance of cosmic unity.
—MyKoul
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