A mountain is a mountain. A mountain knows it is a mountain and a mountain cares nothing for knowing whether or not it is a mountain. A mountain is a mountain whether or not it thinks it is a mountain. A mountain is a mountain because it stirs one’s heart like a mountain. A mountain rises up from the horizon to say “yes, here I am, mountain.”
To visit mountains is to journey to far places on the breath of your boldest intentions. To visit mountains is to explore the towering heights and rocky cliffs of the soul. To see a mountain is to remember how little you know. Mountains are landscapes which defy the constraints of your understanding. To know yourself, know a mountain. To know a mountain, walk its ridges and water lines. To love a mountain, know a mountain. To love yourself, love a mountain.
The mountains call to me and my heart sings. The mountains ask me to come to play, to listen, to meditate. The mountains ask me to be part of something greater than myself. The mountains stretch open my heart. The mountains call upon something more. Yes, they cry, with a thousand rocky crags. Yes.
(Post loosely inspired by Dogen’s Mountains & Waters Sutra)
Pt. 21/31 of the Moon Cycle blog series.
Today’s moon status: Waning gibbous 80.5% illuminated.