April 13, 2010
Moving over the mountains,
there are powers bright as dragons,
traveling, traveling, up and over.
The air is never still.
The power flows.
We can only sense it.
Only a knowing, a sensing,
a shining at the summit,
arching over us, unceasing.
The mountains are never still.
Over her skin, the power is moving,
the dragon traveling, timeless, shining.
Annelinde Metzner April 12, 2010