Turns - I am Movement

In the symphony of existence, I am attuned to every note, every rhythm that courses through the universe. I feel the essence of life pulsating within me, resonating through my veins like a melody of boundless energy. As I move through this world, I am in harmony with the ebb and flow of the cosmos, a seamless dance with the forces of creation. In every step, I am connected to the mountain's steadfast presence, embodying the essence of movement and transformation. I am not merely a spectator but a participant in the grand narrative of existence, embracing the infinite possibilities that unfold with each moment.
Counting Sunbeams
I will sing today of the sum of all I see.
I will concede the worth of my conception.
I will bask in the effulgent mystery
Of seeing and being a moment of perception.
I hear the ceaselessly prayed meditations of the flowing brook.
In fire-hued leaves of maple I read the runes of creation’s cryptic book
Placed so overtly in the face of crystal earth.
For an instant I exceed the measure of my birth!
In reverence I heed the significance of my death.
I distill all the flavors of existence into one breath,
Of frost painted in patterns of divinity upon the window pane,
Of weeping willows whispering along the meandering lane,
Of a rock high upon a cliff side,
Where I once watched eagles glide,
Of a cat that sat on my knee,
Of all life forces that surround me,
Of all living things ever begotten,
Of long-lost tales left to blow forgotten
In a wind that knows well its own time,
Having heard many ages, the oft-spoken rhyme.
In a tune fervored but fleeting,
Synchronized to the rhythm of my heart’s unsteady beating,
I sing to the gods who wear this collective disguise -
Praise I speak though it be to my own demise,
In half-remembered lyrics of my childhood,
Diluted to fit my limited understanding of evil and good.
I hope to be more, on angel-winged seeds to ride,
To be a reflection of rose petals, and in the radiance of the stars abide.
Oh, I wonder of many marvelous things,
Of who and why and how!
But I have a field to plow,
And an unknown limit of springs.
So, I account my time counting sunbeams of golden noon,
Sowing divination from my outstretched hand
Of mud, of dust, of crumbling sand.
And perhaps I may reap a swathe of the harvest moon.
Before the robins in fickle earnest fly away,
In praise of wonder, in joyous refrain,
With uplifted voice so I sing today,
Should tomorrow and the chance never come again.
~ Daniel F Mitchell
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Music in this video:
Schubmodul Lost In Kelp Forest Full Album 2024
Ascension
Composed and arranged by Schubmodul
• Schubmodul - Lost In K...
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Tonmeisterei Oldenburg
All songs published by Edition Vinyl Kommune
Released by Tonzonen Records
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#motivation #positivevibes #adventure #skiing

[@aQuestforHappiness]

Beautiful sky!

[@AnythingOutdoorswithSteve]

Yes it was!

[@danielmitchell3848]

That looks like a difficult hike to make without snow and skis. Grant and Justin are machines.

[@grantjunghans6084]

We would not have made it without appropriate gear for this occasion! Great clip!