Cerro Castillo, Patagonia
Pendulums Swing
I’m sitting on a bench in Chile
there is the softest wind rolling past
in this moment my skin feel like a Forest
with the trees; my hairs standing on end,
I’m staring at a mountain which must be
one of the oldest things I have ever seen
In this moment I feel, still
like a mirror held to a vast expanse
there is something in the air
that I breathe here
or there is something in this moment
that I witnessed there
if I could harness this, feeling of inspiration
I would carry it wherever I go
I could ride this wave
to feel static on a pendulums swing
and to feel as though I’m soaring through the air
whilst rooted to the ground like a tower of rock
this ball of vitality would be something
but nothing more than a memoryO T Wellswood
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