WiM

story

Some words are learned during childhood --  thunder, night, light, sky;  road;  stars; pilgrimage;  people; snow mountains.....

From sea to rivers, then to streams, after hundreds of spring source was reached by your feet, the world seems not the same as before.

When you walk, you will feel that people just like a tiny bug in the vast plateau, their legs and feet is up and down along with the highland `s fluctuation, they are walking alone from a canyon to another canyon, from valley to high maintain, to another maintain. You meet the stranger in stranger's garden, sometimes feels like old friends at the first meeting, sometimes the silence not to have the language, sometimes staring and sometimes with the smile. You look at the starry sky, looks at the abyss, look the rivers wind to interweave rush towards the horizon, look the moon raises from that side. They are in plateau, in Wilderness. 

You have known all of these, I am sure you also passes them through. When you read  some of these characters again, say,  lightning,  night, light ,sky. Say, road, stars, pilgrimage, human. Say, snowy mountain,  snowy mountain… Your heart can calm down, melt, and then soar.

                                                                                        -------- Beth Lee