Dear Mountains

Mountains,

Soft and green, careening down the valley-scape, a wonder, deep and authentic

I am curious. I wonder what you offer besides your treasure chests of gold and awe. Those snowcapped crests and winding ravines open my mind to the possibilities of longevity and bliss. I rummage through your dirty leaves on a hearty bed of forrest floor, searching for earthworms and charcoal only to discover the rich and dense nature of your wealth; In robin eggs, held by beautiful nests; clear, cascading water; and courageous stags fighting for unclaimed territory. I only wonder what may lye atop the peak of your highest mountaintop.

I imagine an ice-ridden baboon of much intelligence, meditating on thousands of years of experience, just waiting to share his wisdom with all who come to pass.

I only hope that I can reach this holiest of peaks so I may make peace with the embers that keeps the fire of this mountains alive. I hope, in return, that I may learn from them and come out of this range a renewed and awakened being.

So, I ask you to bless me with rain tonight.

May I find tranquility and peruse this journey into your sacred space?

Thank you,

Sincerely,

A Lonely Traveler