Far far away from here
Whole mountains
In a lake
At night I remembered
That I didn’t say
A mountain is ever growing, it takes thousands of years for a mountain to become a mountain, for us to realise the transformation. A mountain is stability and security, from it one can observe far away into the distance. It has solitude, serenity, wilderness, and seems hunched back. The mountain’s movement is mostly round, yet there are pointed mountains resembling stone. The mountain is remote and can touch the clouds. It has hardness, tenderness, slope and summit, it sees all but distant from all. Its simplicity and wholeness is mysterious, alluring and intimidating at the same time.
