Encroachment

At the sacred burial towers of Zoroastrians,
Where 6000 years of bones rest in the earth,
Young men fondle their unspent coin,
Of passion on screaming dirt bikes grinding dust.

The only wall to our self-destruction is altitude.
The mountains are shrines of purity.
In their quiet, clean water, natural beauty balance,
Where we can feel what was and might be.

Island oasis above spiritual, visual, thought pllution:
The natural children of ignorant power and frustration,
Can be seen from above in comprehension,
Then reenter below an emissary of mountain power.
"Now go into the world in peace to love and serve..
With gladness and singleness of heart."