Gazing at the Sacred Peak

January 10, 2008

For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
Swelling clouds sweep by. Returning birds
Ruin my eyes vanishing. One day soon,
At the summit, the other mountains will be
Small enough to hold, all in a single glance
 the part in this poem that really got me thinking was the very first question. For all this, what is the mountain god like?

when i read this poem, i was reminded of when i went to the grand canyon in hawaii, and found myself looking up from the bottom of the canyon (with my mule standing next to me..haha) and just staring there in awe. If this is how i view a tiny section of a gigantic canyon, then it must be the most overwhelming experience to look at everything “in a single glance.” it really made me think about how it must be, for the “mountain god” to look at everything and in a single glance. if we had that option, to see thinks in a single glance, how wuold we respond. It’d be like looking out an airplane, and being able to see EVERYTHING….its really crazy to think about