I circle myself with the witness of the mountain,
\nwith the stone that remembers what I have forgotten.<\/p>\n
I place my fleeting life against its ancient patience,
my questions into its enduring silence.<\/p>\n
I relinquish the illusion of being the centre,
standing instead before this elder of time.
I release the desire to conquer the summits,
And instead let myself simply be held.<\/p>\n
I listen for the response in the weight within my chest,
in the stillness that presses against my urgency,
I feel the deep resonance that rises unbidden,
as if my bones recognise their origin.<\/p>\n
Circle me, O Presence,
in this communion of dust and breath.
Teach me to be small enough to belong,
So the memory in the stone awakens the memory in me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I circle myself with the witness of the mountain, with the stone that remembers what I have forgotten. I place my fleeting life against its ancient patience,my questions into its enduring silence. I relinquish the illusion of being the centre,standing … Continue reading