like a mountain,
still,
strong,
closing our eyes,
the thoughts assail.
Pain and pleasure,
gain and loss,
seeking, being, becoming.
We stay seated,
watch the magical display of the mind,
with strength, silence, openness, receptivity,
invite in pain, fear, sit with them, bow to them,
and say, yes, this too.
We watch the fleeting nature,
the transitions that we spend our lives trying to chase,
to hold onto so tightly.
And we stop,
we sit,
like a mountain;
a smile forms on our silent lips,
an opening, a glimpse of silence, freedom, space;
still,
strong.
