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With the softness of its strength the Hill unveiled its presence – not the one visible to the eye – but the one transcending. The point of its enormity, the wisdom of its depth was incomprehensible. In the midst of its fearful appearance laid the fearlessness. In the midst of that fearlessness laid serenity.
There were many stories untold which the silent breeze carried along. One of them was inseparability, if only man could comprehend. Resting in peace it offered its wisdom, if only man could listen. Patience was its secret and that’s what it wore even as trees wept when it poured.
Only if one could not understand what it shows but what it doesn’t, the Self would have realized, The Hills Have Eyes – looking through the heart. And it saw us; yes it did, silently drawing us closer with its strange pull and said, “I will yearn for your presence again for we have been together since our existence.”