Translating the Transcendental Mountain - by
I will be that woman, priestess & quiet pioneer equipped
with a middle parting, side satchel, walking stick
who saves her smelt of tears not for pillows
I will be that woman, priestess & quiet pioneer equipped
with a middle parting, side satchel, walking stick
who saves her smelt of tears not for pillows
always as onlookers above the stream each spring
waiting for the ducks to brawl
I marvel at the white waterfa
Cascading bricht plashin against the arc wet stanes
A rainbow portal shimmers and vanishes
The path is hard gaun these days
Clachnaben hauds the wecht o the sky
Here is whaur the body stays
Oot there is whaur my essence flies
Blinkin wind stung tears
Ah pullt a feather aff a web
The bricht white shone
A brickle signal
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