Jane BierhorstWhere the mountain crosses. On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where. I wandered where my mind and my heart seemed to be lost. I wandered away.
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Arthur Rimbaud penned this poem, “On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seemed to be lost.I wandered away.” This is a wonderful sentiment that speaks to the idea that when we are lost in life, it is up to us to find our way back. Whatever has happened in our lives, there is always a path forward. We may not be able to see it clearly, but if we keep moving forward, eventually we will find it.
Source: In The Trail Of The Wind: American Indian Poems And Ritual Orations
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