Senses struggle to resist

The chance to explode

To become one with the divinity that surrounds,

Envelops,

Embraces.

The deafening rings of the muted sounds of nature,

Save for the sounds of

Breaths,

Footfalls

There is only solitude.

Whispers of the slow moving river

and the humming insects.

Eyelids close,

Having had their fill of beauty.

The clear waters leave a question as to its frigid depth.

My head bows,

In humility at the omnipresence of the snow-capped mountains.

Everything is in balance.