Unto the Ecstasy of peaks!
I would for rapture subdue
The universe would find
Echoes of transport in me
For a diagram of invisibility
For pure light upon my brow
After a hundred years of seeking
Immobile lifted in peace
I would dropped from memory
Recollect the soul’s own way
From winds of summer fields
To triumphant range of stars
Unto the ecstasy of peaks
The elder dead and future born
Communicate, through words
That convey the signing delight
Of things where Buds do belong
Smiling, stooping, plucking, serving
Unto the ecstasy of unknown peaks
And subtle mysteries of early morning light.
Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/D266-380277894
Wuji Seshat 
Very atmospheric 🙂
I of course enjoy your poetry – also, if I’m perusing/scrolling the Reader I know by the photo I see that beneath it is wuji poetry – the graphics you use are great grabbers.