When the mountains call, you can do as I did and pretend it’s not happening, or you can respond. It makes no difference. They understand the true nature of time. You will listen then, or you will listen now. It is all the same.
This poem is ten years old. It’s taken fifteen years to come full circle / & all the other tiny circles / & all the other giant circles that echo out from / & into this opening up, this shift in understanding. I used to be against all religion; these days I’m more philosophical but still I cannot subscribe to a patriarchal god. Mapping our internal landscapes, or translating the sublime, is for each person to undertake as feels right for them. Nature is my goddess. The mountain gods sing her name. For those whose hearts are tuned to this song, the world can never be the same.