“Memories While on Everest; Chapter 6

Something transcendental happened to me today, that caused an awakening in me
While taking a break while climbing, I saw a huge cumulonimbus cloud
Move down over Mount Everest’s Knife’s Edge ridge
A cloud so empyreal, so illuminating and brilliant, it was revelatory
Mystically, it gave me a higher understanding. It gave me a sort of, sacred knowledge
Knowledge about things that’d been bouncing ‘round inside my mind and heart
Things that relate to those whom we love and share our lives with
And things that relate to that which we dedicate our gifts to
Things that endlessly idles and ruminates inside me
Things of utmost importance to me, such as life, Love and Poetry

What that cloud made me see keenly, with acuity and celerity, is that
Love is the seeking of a way of life. A way that cannot be sought alone
Poetry is the residence of all spiritual and physical things
Love is the acceptance of the things we find whilst we seek
Poetry is the marriage of both love and art
Love is the giving of life. It’s not charity, which is the giving of things
Poetry is the giving of self. It’s the taking and giving of all things beautiful
When combined, love and poetry collude to turn on the lights of our inner folds
Which then heightens our collective empathy and humanity
And informs our inner awareness, that we are always in the presence of Source”