Going home. To the country of my birth
to hear the wordless speech of mountain,
earth, water, horizon, longing
to touch ground
breathing the breath
of the Long White Cloud
like a pilgrim walking,
the closer I come
the more the mountain disappears
the closer I come
the more I realize
you were always inside me
in my bones
there is no seeking
just home
in your waters.
Gabryel Harrison
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