Monday, June 13, 2022

Climbing the Golden Mountain

 

"Silence is the golden mountain."  Jack Kerouac


Listen. Turn

everything

off. When

the noise

of our lives

drifts away,

when the 

chatter of 

our minds

sinks into

that perfect

lake of nothing,

then, oh

then we can

apprehend

that golden

mountain,

always there,

waiting for

us to be

still enough

to hear it.


--Michael Kiesow Moore

[Photo of a natural cathedral on my daily commute.]



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