I sit a top your peak

Looking out to the sister peaks.

Carvings created over time.

Force, gentle, monumental.

La luna peers down and lights the path.

Gazed upon a cross emanates into an infinite web.

Opening into your essence,

The thousand petal lotus blossoms and surrounds your beauty.

Beams of light display the path in sweet shadows and united curves

You give way from the sharp blazin path true and fast in the solar light.

I bow to your beauty, the grace, your ever elusiveness.

Sister spirit, sister soul, I honor your blessings.

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