Mountain – Alaska’s Denali (Photo credit: blmiers2)
Eon: Half a billion years or more
Era: Several hundred million years
Epoch: Tens of millions of years
Age: Millions of years
Love: No-Time, eternity
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Eons before and beyond my mountains
dare I go
to my own intimidating walls?
Those walls of mine, which
have taken eras to construct.
For what reason?
Perhaps to protect,
but from what, I’ve forgotten.
Perhaps I shouldn’t make this climb?
Perhaps I’ll stumble, perhaps I’ll fall.
Strange that what I fear most,
I’ve taken ages to build,
solid mountain, rock by rock:
my fortress.
I draw a ragged breath,
then release
an even more ragged one.
Where else would I go
besides to those mountains
that loom before me,
daring me,
each crevice intimately known,
each crevice painfully hewn.
I could go to valleys, deeper,
where pain reaches further than ever before.
But I’m sure I’ve already been there:
So, trembling, I begin.
I think I’m looking for love,
for no-time.
That place where I cannot discern
where no-time and love blend,
where we are all one.
Without judgment.
Fully accepting.
That pause between thought,
between breaths,
that place where is-ness hangs in its place:
simple awareness.
The climb, the burn,
excruciating at times,
and I, sometimes damning it,
prefer to abandon this quest
for something
that might not even be,
prefer to descend further
into painful
(but familiar)
valleys deep below:
far deeper than I’ve ever been.
But within, I know.
Ah, the vision: clearer.
The stride: surer.
The mountain: nearer.
Hands, loving, meet my own:
what a revelation to me!
Release of all those ages –
could it be?
So simple,
the merging of my mountains
and me.
Could it be?
The pain of eons, eras, epochs and ages
are escaping me:
separation between us
evaporates into love,
into no-time.
Spills over into all that is:
cannot be contained.
My mountain, all along,
a sparkling, glittering, fountain of being,
waiting for my touch,
that says we are one.
We’ve merged into no-time, no-space, into love.
Stretched before and within, and
now I see:
I am, we are love.
© Janet Mitchell, July 2012
Your words stirs our emotion. Just captivating!
Thank you for reading and taking time to comment! I’m happy that you enjoyed this!
I just saw your response on my blog and wondered about your blog and discovered I am not getting notifications when you post – I will look into yet another glitch!
Your poem is wondrous.
I’m getting your posts, so please do check on your end.
Profound, Janet. Beautiful! (((Hugs)))
Thanks, Peg! Have a wonderful day!
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Beautiful! I like the way you defined the different areas so we could easily get into the depth of the poem. I felt a little sadness as I read the words, guess this is what poetry does, stirs up emotions. Good to have you back!