in the vastness of this landscape,
staring across to great mountains,
a stillness descends upon everything
and tears come.
The presence of the mountain
is so unspeakably complete
that in its absolute hereness
it touches that within us
that is known and yet forgotten.
It is only half true to say
that the tears that swell and fall
are a response to the mountain’s beauty.
They are waterfalls of recognition and longing;
known or unknown,
to return home.
Destined to remember our eternal truth,
we will one day become the mountain,
a beacon of presence,
a gateway for other hungry hearts.
Love and courage,