The Holy Mountain

My Holy Mountain rises imperceptibly 0nn your path. You do not realise you have already climbed half-way to its summit. When you open your spiritual eyes, you will see light shining on trees and grass, rocks and water with a brilliance that will calm your heart, like the sight of people who know the path you tread without effort. Are you tired? No. Are you lost? No. Do you feel a strength rising from the base of your being, filling every empty place within? Yes. Then welcome to my Holy Mountain. You have entered its precincts, which stretch further than even your spiritual eyes can grasp. I AM WHO I AM... I exist. Feel my presence - in the sweet air you breathe, in the sunlight pouring over you like precious oil, and in the distant blue haze in which I dwell. You have reached the summit, Daniel. I am there as you are there. Birds frolic and sing between Heaven and Earth. Now, what will you do with sacred moment?