The Mountains

 

I looked at the picture and words flowed,

Little did I know he wished it so,

My better half’s first trek experience through my eyes.

The Mountains

It is as mighty as it seems,

It is as breathtaking at it seems,

It is as pristine as it seems,

It looks formidable,

It looks inviting,

And when you set forth to explore it,

What awaits you is nothing you can see.

Is it its scintillating view that are wallpaper worth photographs?

Or its awe-inspiring presence that makes each moment a poetry?

Is it the valleys, the lakes, the boulders, the snow, the waterfall or the passes?

Anything and everything the eyes see become a cherishable memory.

Yet the gift of the mountain is something way more subtle.

Experience after experience,

You are forged,

You are tempered,

You are renewed and 

You are reborn.

It takes you to the brink of despair,

And retrieves you through your resolve.

It pushes you to your limits,

And cradles you back with your resilience.

It reveals your worst fear,

And strengthens your instincts to survive.

It strips you of your comfort,

And through your discomfort brings forth humility.

It shows you the feeling of death,

And stirs an unquenchable innate urge and passion for life.

The gift from the mountain is something that, 

reintroduces you,

reprograms you,

reengineers you,

rediscovers you and,

reveals you to you.

It gifts you a new perspective to life,

It gifts you a release from the things holding you back,

It gifts you an ambience to reflect and contemplate,

It gifts you an aloneness that forces you to look within,

It gifts you its energy fueling the being and igniting the soul.

Exploration of the mountains it may seem,

But it is indeed an exploration of the self within.