What wonder I feel when I stand and view?
All that surrounds me from mountain high
I conquer not mighty peaks.
No sense of victory for me
As I stand and wonder,
Mountains that were here before time
And will be here for all time
What stories can they tell us?
How many hopes and aspirations have they heard?
Whispers from the heart
Murmurs from the mind
Sorrows wept from torn broken hearts
Secrets shared and longings shouted
Who can hear these quests from the soul?
Standing on the mountain
With the caress of the clouds
The sustaining warmth from the sun
And the cooling zephyr of the wind
How can this be a mountain conquered?
A peak claimed. Such thoughts of ownership
Foolish nonsense from an unrefined mind
How can a mountain be conquered
We who would stand there claiming victory
are gone in the twinkling of an eye
Distant memories like a grain of sand in the desert
Yet yesterday today and tomorrow the mountain will be.
Ever reminding of the immutability of the world
Constant and changing, but form and function always the same.
Nature’s reminder of our own temporal existence.
But give us a mountain to stand on to sit and think
To stand and shout out our hopes and needs
Such feelings of connection and affection
Touching deep inside and beyond the physical
A whole new world does such experience bring
Knowing nature as ourselves, in ourselves
Bringing new hope and light.
Striking off the shackles of falsehood and masks
Setting free from expectations and bitter disappointment
Take me to my mountain, let my spirit be free.