The Mountain

I thought that the whole picture was clear from the mountains peak,

until I went down and I looked up. 

And the cycle repeats. 

It will never be complete 

until the day that I become the mountain

and all its surroundings. 

It will be the day when

there is no more unknown to not know, 

and stillness and the chaos 

become one

to make a whole. 

And so I try to not scatter waste around me 

or nourish myself with bleach, 

for this ground will one day bear

the footsteps of those who come to see.