The Mountain
I sit here
In my space,
A giant rock
Rising up from the ground.
Nowhere to go,
Nothing to do.
And yet:
Plants thrive on my surface,
Birds nest in trees and shrubs.
Pollinators feed on nectar
To nourish their young,
And the flowers propagate
In a perfect relationship of give and take.
In winter
I wear a heavy cloak of snow.
When spring comes,
Melting water courses down my sides.
In summer
I bake in the heat of the sun.
And autumn gifts me
With a richly-coloured coat.
All of nature is here,
In my sights,
In the never-ending cycle of the seasons.
I am the mountain.
Always solid,
Always still.
I am the constant,
A source of strength and stability
To the life
And the vibrancy
That thrives on me
And around me.
I am the mountain.
Poem inspired by mindfulness practice with my teacher, Hitendra Solanki.
Blog copyright Barbara Grehs
Published on 18 October 2020
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