The Holy Mountain Poem by Daniel Brick

My Holy Mountain rises imperceptibly
0nn your path. You do not realise
you have already climbed half-way
to its summit. When you open your
spiritual eyes, you will see light
shining on trees and grass, rocks and
water with a brilliance that will calm
your heart, like the sight of people
who know the path you tread without effort.
Are you tired? No. Are you lost? No.
Do you feel a strength rising from the base
of your being, filling every empty place
within? Yes. Then welcome to my Holy Mountain.
You have entered its precincts, which stretch
further than even your spiritual eyes can grasp.
I AM WHO I AM... I exist.

Feel my presence - in the sweet air
you breathe, in the sunlight pouring over
you like precious oil, and in the distant
blue haze in which I dwell. You have
reached the summit, Daniel. I am there
as you are there. Birds frolic and sing
between Heaven and Earth. Now, what
will you do with sacred moment?