Up
on the mountain, I can see all
Valleys,
rivers, forests, and meadows
The wind
is free to flow
Here
silence prevails
Am I
closer to God here?
No-
He resides within my consciousness.
Always
with Me and near
I draw
closer by quieting myself to hear.
I engage
the silence.
Releasing
all toxic and trivial thoughts
Breathing
in the glory of God surrounding me
Stilling
my body; allowing muscles to relax
I feel/sense/hear
sounds from the Earth.
Vibrations
that have rhythm
Deep
sounds under the mountain
The wind
speaking as it blows
Ancient
voices are heard.
History
of what was long ago
Mountains
form in the trauma of lava
Rivers
re-formed, and courses redirected
Peace
comes after the trauma.
Sensing
the healing from within
Flora
and fauna slowly return
Living
here on and around the mountain
A portal
opens before me.
Like
glitter swirling around
It stays
and doesn’t move
A Being
steps out
Shining
light; this Being glows
No natural
face that I can tell
Just
a spirit-like presence and form
Here
that I can see
“Welcome,”
he says.
“You
are free to stay as long as you like
Here
on Holy ground that you are on.”
I am
awed by this
My spirit is free
The Glory
of God surrounds me
I
just sit in the worship of all I see
I am
at peace in this Holy Place
