Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Rock God

I am not drowning
            I am saved
I am not lost
            I am found
I am not stagnant
            I am fluid
I am Light
            Liquid, Golden, Flame
The heart flame
            White, Searing, Hot
I am not falling
            I Am Flying
My glass is not half empty
            My cup runneth over
I have tasted his sacrament
I have drunk his wine
I am his – And, he is mine
Life forces comingled – Joined
Replicated and Duplicated
Compounding our love
            and, expanding our minds
What was once
            unseen and unknown
Now so easily discovered
            and conquered
In his eyes I see my fate reflected
I see the natural world
            He Is My Earth
Hearing his laughter in
            the roaring river
His sigh
            in the slow murmuring stream
 I see his face in the sun
            as I feel his strength
                       in the hard rock
I see his eyes in the twinkling    
            of the night’s sky
And, feel his breath
            in the warm breeze
                        of a summer’s day
I know his body as I know my own
            every contour - every groove
I feel his every move
            bound to him
                        as the earth is bound
                                    to the sun.


Robert Pirsig

“Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire.  The reality of your own nature should determine the speed.  If you become restless, speed up.  If you become winded, slow down.  You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion.  Then, when you’re no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn’t just a means to an end but a unique event in itself”

Monday, April 09, 2012

My Mountains

We are now in the mountains and they are in us...."
John Muir