Sometimes I wonder -

is it not the purest of blessings

to be moved by beauty?

To happen upon a mountain so majestic

that thrums the very chord of your being -

that unknowingly stirs you to a stillness

and sinks you to your knees.

To uncover a landscape so infinite

that leaves you no option but a perfect purity of presence -

where anything less would suffer injustice

to moment, and to memory.

To hear the song of a river so eternal

that gently undoes you, without asking permission -

that steadily wells up a current from your deepest depths

and floods the banks of your understanding.

To witness the flight of an eagle so graceful

that suddenly pierces the fragile transience of “You” -

that unclenches all that you cling to so dearly

through bittersweet tears of becoming.

And in these moments of total humility

gently raise your head,

child of the cosmos.

You, who belongs here.

You, who belongs everywhere to everything.

Rise again, as you once rose

from the ashes of a star,

and take up your rightful place amongst the giants.

For you too,

are a marvel of all creation.