Somewhere a mountain awaits,
without worry,
without danger,
without fear,
only quiet simple living,
no lust,
no yearning,
no desire,
only fulfillment.
Somewhere there’s a mountain,
or a desert,
or an ocean beach,
it doesn’t really matter,
this flesh shall be no more,
all the baggage removed,
prison bars gone forever,
no more pain,
no more disappointment,
no more darkness,
only peace.
Somewhere there’s a home
that does not fade,
a life that is not illusion,
a body that does not decay,
a world that does not crumble,
somewhere there is You.
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