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Across an icey lake hidden behind low lying clouds

I see a range of mountains looking mystical to me,

I’ve traveled oh so far to visit them

And the people there who dwell and inhabit there,

I want to be as mystical as they are

I want to practice as they do within peace and meditation,

I want to sit upon a peak or in a cave and not speak

But just find the absolute stillness in my mind,

To feel the cold air and snow touching my skin

Feeling finally the true realisation,

That no other moment is more important or compares to this,

I have finally found the place that I can exist,

And expand my conscious mind.