The mountain sometimes seems further
And its peaks look steadily higher,
The sun accentuates its shadows
In its vast immovable glory.
Like the mountain is the universe
With constantly expanding horizons,
All else is liken to a tiny drop
In the ethereal ocean presence.
Only the Source encompassing it all
Lends power to these myriad drops,
The landscape forms within itself
Revealing possibilities for each drop.
All of us from the Source evolve
With purpose and intentions found,
The fate we choose within ourselves
Portends our future destiny.