Tonight I sat and watched a mountain. Light from yellow, to soft blue, to midnight. I was waiting for the mountain to speak, and I heard voices, but the voices were not the mountain’s. The mountain emits. The voices were mine.
I’ve been letting so many words into my brain these days that I feel helpless at the cacophony’s feet. The din has let me down. The more I seek, scroll, page, stare, the more the words slip from their illusory tenacity and leave me confused, as if I were seeking confusion. But I am not seeking confusion! I say verily to you universe, I am ready to listen! I am ready for the din to subside, for concepts like ambition and effort and mindfulness and surrender and acceptance and being sink slowly back into the ground which I have diligently tilled. From the ground I let them germinate to expand on their own terms. There is a greater existence to be aware of.
Tonight after the mountain there are no more words nor answers. Empty platitudes arise from empty hallways. Time to take the door outside.