Emerging

 

Emerging

 

The mountain within you

stands.

 

Through the blinding sting of graupel

or a whip wind whirl of gusted wail,

 

an anchored place

endures.

 

You can trust this.

 

Every element will

scrape,

reshape,

tug like tiny squalls

at your contours

 

yet not

one

is your own weather —

 

no one creates a storm

like you.

 

Howl.

Let things fall apart.

Shatter the rocks that have

already

cracked

and send them humming

tumbling

home

 

for as the light levers its saffron way

across ruffled sea and gauzy moon,

it rushes a blush up your ridges,

kissing the dust that

sifts from your shoulders,

flashing like stars  

ancient, 

new

 

each

one

caught

 

by the mountain

emerging,

the stillness 

rooted

within you.

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