If I were a mountain

If I were a mountain

I would be tall, I would be strong.

I would have inner stillness;

I would have stood tall above the valleys,

I would have caressed the sky while rooted in the soil,

I would have been a channel between Heaven and Earth,

I would have met Moises and Zeus,

I would have been blessed

As did others who came before me;

But I am not a mountain:

I am short, weak, unbalanced.

I do not dream of eternity, or of paradise,

My dreams are profane and earthy;

I am volatile, fragile, at the least;

I am unworthy of the blessings of the mountain.

If I were a mountain, I would surely not be me.

Orlando, Fl. August 5th, 2008. (from my journal)