I stood upon the mountain the words of civilization of culture all the dreams of man fallen from my skin naked in the icy stillness the utter absence of mind, surfacing into infinity is this the moment of birth a barren room timeless this gift of knowing that all is a choice of which door to close not which door to open may these hands refrain from the fearful grasp to wander gently and choose with wisdom © J.L.Stanley

The Mountain

Mount Rainer (c) Carl Keyes