Friday, July 31, 2009
Out there
O ut there, at the world's highest point, where the rays of the sun the Earth anoint with beautiful colors that blend in thin air, creating thousands of visions that dance and flare. Up there where it seems that by extending a hand one could touch heaven, where the mind can warmly expand while everything becomes the cold of the snow; Up where the night has a sweet, strange glow; High up there, so near G-d, one learns that the silence is all and sometimes sees forever in the flight of the soul.
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