Perched on the dark lime velvet of Tamalpa's robes
Sentries oak and noble redwood
Watching for the spirit wind
Muir Magic
Far below the ocean cycles in lake like calm
Toy boats rocking in the crispness
Of a December morn
The mountain wraps me in her spirit
What good fortune to have grown up in her embrace
I am both observer and observed
Resting quietly between all time and no time
The sun warming my face
Mt Tamalpais Reflections
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