compassion.

to be a mountain

takes but a fraction of the wall

we stand in front, blank-faced, until

we smell hot stone, radiating warmth

it’s not merely a smell, warmth

never just a smell, rather

multiple hands

laying themselves on your back, until

leaning on hot stone, smelling hot stone

warmth, accumulations of sun seconds

minutes, hours, decades

your body not your body but the body we share

on hot stone, leaning - falling

through the wall, softly

gently

…

Inside the mountain our feet touch

toes tickle while we dance and while we sleep

and dream what the world looked like

outside the mountain

inside the mountain this is so easy, so easy to be

outside inside crawling gliding

through the deepest layers of the ground

beneath our feet, standing

on top of the mountain

up side down up

jumbing jumping jumping

…

to be hot stone, one

permeable wall, just

lean

gently, softly

takes but a sun second

takes millennia