the tranquil sound of crystal clear, crisp snow melt rushing down stream
deflecting off the granite it has been polishing for centuries,
the sky blue with a vibrancy that only increase as one ascends,
granite slabs reflecting the rays of high altitude sunshine onto an ever-gazing face.
What is this place?
Surrounded by clean sculpted granite formations only imaginable in one’s wildest dream,
yet even there mere human imagination falls all too short.
This is a place sculpted by a master of creation,
the one true master himself.
Only in a place such as this can one experience pure tranquility,
purity in one’s being.
Thoughts are thoughtless,
noises carry no sound,
sights contain no images;
in this place there is only existence,
Still what is this place?