Yin Lyrics
[Field Recording]
The moss gathers at the base
The sheer rock face
Thrusting from the heavens, and standing there
You feel a faint spray of the unbreakable flow of water coming your way
Straight down from a thousand miles upsteram
Rhythms gather and spread
Fluctuation bringing slight changes
Everything is the same, relatively
Climbing up the natural grooves that nature has created
For no one, no-thing
Absence of presence bringing sweet relief
Upward, slightly horizontal
Up
Quicker
Twisting
Baring yourself to space
The top is a long way back
Not that I've ever been there