At the top of the hill,
I feel the very deep will,
to know this world as a whole,
from the invisible of in between,
the existence of each little thing,
up to all the places we could know,
and our individual part in the universal flow.
When we look at the ground of the world,
there is one truth to discern,
the only thing we can truly realize,
is our impossibility to recognize,
all these beautiful and endless wides,
and all the tiny worlds,
we carry deep inside.
Photo & Poem by Emilia Huppenberger