While on my flight from Phoenix, AZ to SLC, Utah // Thoughts after seeing a view like this one. Thoughts for you thoughts, brought to you by yours truly.
Mountains
Towering over what lies below
Some with their white caps and
Peaks of majesty.
They’re nothing but mere
crevices and cracks,
Borders without start or finish
One with the ground
With roots deep
And shadows long.
We look up and say
How high?
How far are they?
What must one do
To reach
To see
To hear
What lies above
And on the other side?
Hopeless
Reachless
And powerless we feel
When our perspective
So small
And our mountains
So real.
Yet from this perspective
With the wing, sky, and haze
One can see
The peaks
The valleys
The streams
The snow-capped ridges.
The sun-catching
the Rocky formations
With their shadows and
Their crevices
Their start
Their finish.
We look down and say
How high?
I can see the heights
How far are they?
I can see their expansion
What must one do
To reach
To see
To hear
What lies below
And on the other side?
Look down and follow the paths
created by the craters and valleys,
Or climb o’er the reachings
But here we can see
All of that which lies below
From this perspective
With the wing, sky, and haze,
However we still find
ourselves stuck
in this perspective.
We look up to the sky
And say
How high?
How far?
What must one do
To reach
To see
To hear
What lies above
and on the other side?
Yet we saw from the other perspective
to the mountains below,
One can see
The peaks
The valleys
The streams
The snow-capped ridges
The sun-catching rocky formations
With their shadows
Their crevices
Their start
Their finish.
So as we look up and question
How high?
How far are you?
And the others,
He answers
How high?
As high as you can imagine
Yet closer than your very thoughts
How far?
As far as you can imagine
Yet closer than your very breath.
What must one do
To reach
To see
To hear
What lies above
And on the other side?
See from a new perspective
The mountains chosen for you.
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