my Mountain . . .

my Mountain . . .

before me stood the Snow capped Peaks

another Mountain in my life

there was an eerie connection i felt

a spirit touching something deep within

calling me

this was not a place

Brothers usually concerned themselves with

for it was cold

very

in so many ways

there was the wilderness of it all

the unbeaten path

of the unknown

yet these voices spoke to me

i do not know from whence they came

but these voices were akin

to the essence of who i am

who i be

perhaps it was my Brothers of the Dead

or my Brothers of the Red

making a “Peace” offering

for my soul

and as i said

i felt the cold

i thought about all the Dead

all the Blood Shed

and all the Souls of those before me

who have fed the spirit of this mountain

i was about to climb

and here i stand in an uncertain contemplative query

about the quest i am about to undertake

to traverse the slopes

of my hopes

seeking answers

to the questions i have long ago buried

and yet not forgotten

for Soul being eternal

holds all things

in it’s presence

and the bell rings again

beckoning me to become yet another initiate

and suffice to say

courage is no longer a consideration

for i have been embraced

and i now taste

the end of this quixotic journey of spirit

and i hear the voices calling

and i no longer fear the unknown

for before me upon this Mountain

lies all the fruits i hungered for

from all the wishful seeds i have sown

yes there are Clouds

that may obscure this vision

much like the rest of my quest

but i must confess

they bring smiles

as i realize all the miles

i have travelled to get here

leave no more room for Doubts nor Fear

yes, there may be tears

of Joy

for this little boy within

who remembers again

his dreams

so without further adieu

i bid you well

as i begin my climb

to this swell of hardships

of rocks and crevices

and mud and precipice

and i listen

in my here and now

to the voices in-captured

and i am enraptured again

by a Mountain

this Snow Capped Cold Bold Mountain

which stands before me

my Mountain . . .

© 23 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.