Gliding into Glaciers
Gliding into glacier waters.
Awakened by a burst of cold in the high mountain heat.
Breathing in life through smiling pores.
Never has silence seemed so loud.
Insects and birds begin to participate in a choir.
Orchestrated by a pair of invisible hands.
Playing for an auditorium of rowdy spirits.
Playing for joy.
Particles move faster here.
Excited perhaps by the altitude.
Or the absence of dense thoughts.
They leap and flirt without regard to law.
There is no marshal here.
So limitations are neglected.
Boarders blurred.
Mountain peaks twist into blue skies that are busy melding with pine needles, falling up rather than down.
To the trained mind the scene would be a mess.
Rather than Mass.
It takes forgetting.
To remember what you have forgotten.
That once upon a time. You sat on a balcony. Searching for the right role to play. Before jumping in.
Lifetimes later. You wake up and remember that moment. That initial leap. And laugh.
As earth laughs now.
Hooting and hollering as boulders perform a ballet.
For an audience of Trees.
Clapping their branches.
Standing tall in appreciation. Singing ancient songs.
Passed down from seed to seed.
To remind all.
That all is all.