Enactivism in the Poetry of the Mountains

Mountain top

Today, I thought about the act
of climbing the mountainous
terrain, the patience and laborious
journey to the peak, traveling
with my walking stick on sacred
ground, with each step one must
be observant and respectful of
the trail-way, my soft-skinned
moccasins touching the moist
earth sole to soul, crunching
autumn's brightly fallen leaves
inhaling, the fresh scent of pine
becoming a part of the wilderness

There is something special
happening when communing
with nature at such a height
exhilarating, yet humbling

It's an enactment of the journey
of the ancestor's of days gone past
that traveled lightly and understood
the importance of the land, growing
spiritually setting an intention, then
moving forward one step at a time

It's about the vibrational energy
one sends out into the universe
it's about sitting in silence on a
giant boulder, taking in autumn's
offerings, leaning against a giant
maple tree for support in the quest
of understanding, peeling one's layer
of skin amongst the birch trees 

It's about seeking something
other worldly, walking with
the shadow people, soaring
with the eagle up high

It's about discovering a fresh
perspective in life, drinking
from the cup of water, earth
sky and wind

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