L'aura del Campo

One with it all

One with it all

And I am one with the mountain,
voles under the snow,
pines sleeping till Spring.

Awake, ravens seek refuge.
I wish them good luck.
An eagle soars over us.

And I soar as well.
What spell binds us,
all to each other.

Without movement—no life; but,
even mountains must move; the river,
eroding its banks, bears witness.

And I am one with it all,
even the planets and stars,
and I stop to wonder...

How I'd be one with you too,
if you were on the farside of the moon;
How I wish you lived closer.

© Kåre Enga [18.January.2017; revised 19.March.2017]

Original post:

One with it all

And I am one with the mountain,
voles under the snow,
pines sleeping till Spring.

Awake, ravens seek refuge.
I wish them good luck.
An eagle soars over us.

And I soar as well.
What spell binds us,
all to each other.

Without movement—no life; but,
even mountains must move, as the river
eroding its banks bears witness.

And I am one with it all,
even the planets and stars,
and I stop to wonder...

How I'd be one with you too,
if you were on the farside of the moon;
but, I wish you lived closer.

© Kåre Enga [18.January.2017]