Divine Mother of the Universe…
One finds at the root of the mountain
That joy, that joy, that indescribable joy
Raising as another sun from the horizon
Behind the golden canopies of other giant trees,
And thought, mind waves cascading down the slope
Majestic graceful mist and light
Ethereal veil of the early morning.
When my eyes open at six AM
And a day of hard work lies ahead,
Long silence, mono-tone prayer,
Mountaineer of the spirit I ponder the mountain:
DO I REMEMBER WHY I AM HERE?
It is because of the slope; today I’ll try the hardest side.
It is because of the summit, the magic one
That slowly rises within
As the adoration hours slide
Under these determined feet.
Vital strength facing all the impossibilities of life,
And a love that overflows far beyond
The reaches of one’s arms
Stretched in blessing for all souls
When I remember why I am here
The somber shadows of depression flee:
Let’s go forth, let’s make the mountain true
And as the day goes by
The dream materializes from a golden mist
The Temple is no longer a vision, or a building,
It is all there is.
I stand in the joyful mountaintop of the daily chores
Ready for whatever,
Let’s see what will come next.
In prayer, silence, offering of life.