Mission Statement

Reading Bruce Lee's "Jeet kune Do" I realized that perhaps how I deal with teh world might need an explanation, So I wrote my own Down

The Way of the Mountain

The Mountain does not Move. It is solid.

Cracks and Crevasses may appear, but does not change the Heart of the Mountain

The Mountain Endures. Landslides, Fire, Water, Windstorms

The Mountain Endures.

Wind Swirls around.

Water washes off

Fire has no fuel

Rocks fall away

Yet, The Mountain Stays

As People, as living, breathing, thinking, feeling People,

We cannot Be a Mountain. But, in our souls, we can be LIKE a Mountain.

We can let the Rumors, like the Wind, brush our shoulders,

swirl around us, but not blow us from our paths.

We can let Sadness wash down our faces, like Water,

acknowledge it, but let it wash down and away.

We can let Anger scorch our skin, But, like Fire on Stone, it finds no fuel,

so burns out, Leaving the Mountain standing still.

We can let Life fall away from us, chunks of Rock we thought we needed,

But, in the end, stripped down or not, the Mountain persists.

We cannot all be Mountains. It is a Path, a Way of Being, that is not for everyone. Nor should it be for everyone! We need The Great Plains, the Mighty Rivers, to make it a Whole World. Be what your nature asks of you. Be strong and true on your own path. 

I am A Mountain 

What the Mountain sees

This poem kept circling in my mind all night, while I couldn't sleep. So I wrote it down. Now, I am sharing it here. There is something in it, rather wistful. Take it for what you will.

What the Mountain Sees

The swaying of the trees, a great ocean of needles
The swallow swooping and diving
The clouds scuttling
All the world spread out, and moving by,
a slow tide
Most of all, the Wind.
Constant companion, always sweeping clean
always bracing, always showing that time moves.
Even if the Mountain does not,
the Mountain can see