The Appraisals Of The Holy Mountains Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Appraisals Of The Holy Mountains

Love praised, appraised,
An art, a tapestry, a dominion of souls,

Are we stone, prey, hunted,
The rest of our days saddled with this same emptiness,

That we must find salvations, domination,
And lusts to quench our thirsts?

Does appraisal involves body parts,
Objects rounded as watermelons soft as the squeeze of sandbeaches to be dug again for the pleasure?

We pruned the thickets destroyed the nests,
Seek like little birds always for the nature's treasures,

For the taste on enchantments on the way to paradise,

Here I may say is a lonely earth unborned by fire,
And holy mountains are only our mutual temptations,
The way we seek Gods in the outer dimensions,

The way I am stranded in what's to believe before dying with happiness.