The Mountain meets the clouds,

the Mountain stands on the other side

of the world.

Moving your feet, left

then right,

muscles flex, breath rushes in

then out..

you are fire,

heart pumping,

you are water,

blood rivering through,

you are air,

lungs bellowing,

you are earth,

bones holding, levering, building.

Shoes crease, then crack,

soon tear,

body aches,

mind strains.

You can journey to the Mountain

on two feet, on all fours, on belly

with hands clawing along.

You can also sit–

the depths required, the same–

whatever territory that needs be traversed

travels with you,

rests with you,

sleeps within you,

requires the all of you.

Awake.

The Mountain is close at hand.