This Mountain

This mountain,
a pastel of colours,
blues, greys, and whites
electrify the sky,
a hue of muted tones
that stain the clouds
and appear born
out of this mountain.

it displaces me,
it is day and night,
dusk and dawn,
all at once,
I am asleep – I am awake,
I am distant – I am present,
within this mountain.

it embraces me,
it surrounds and consumes me,
but reassures –
it encompasses all that I am,
this mountain.

It has been too long,
I am guilty
of amnesia,
of turning my back
from where I came,
how quick memories
flood back,
as I walk on this mountain.

The blue overtones,
the pastel paints,
the white clouds
that make up this mountain,
consume me,
my fears blend into the scene,
crippling once powerful emotions,
into sidelined after-thoughts.

This mountain,
forgives me,
accepts me,
it is compassion,
it is my rock.
I am here,
I have become,
and I am home,
on top of this mountain.

A Water Colour View

I take off my glasses,
so I can see.
Detail and clarity,
and over-rated.
I want to see colour blur
like water colours,
rough edges and soft tones.
Let the landscape blend,
a mix of hues,
imagination with the minds eye –
now I see inward.
I’m looking farther ahead,
and though I see no object,
all becomes clear,
like walking in the dark,
but with a colourful view.