If I could
I’d become a mountain,
reverently kneeling
at the altar
of Life
my arms reaching far
into the ground,
with palms and fingers stretched out
pressing gently against
Earth Mother’s —
joining together
in ceremonial prayer.
If I could
I’d become a mountain,
waging uncensored beauty and
unshakable loving tenderness
upon all encountered,
while ugly wars rage
and corporate lords cage
Life – ignorantly
filling up more
Ghost-Trains.
If I could
I’d become a mountain,
coaxing wandering pilgrims
to trek
the rugged trails of
my cultured body
that lead all the way up
to the misty pinnacle
where together, we could kiss
the unravelling dawn
with our ripe awe,
and with watery eyes,
remember
our sacred instructions
for becoming
living ancestors.
© Alexandre Jodun
[Photo by Artem Sapegin]
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