I stand on the mountain, one vast expanse of energy sweeping across the cosmos,
reverberating gratitude to the world that has sustained my physical form.
A life force unharnessed, a spirit no longer in battle against itself.
Having endured beyond tangible decay, I simply am.
Now every dawn over every land reveals itself to my sight.
Now every star’s ocean-sounding breath wends its way into my hearing.
Now every water flowing in every stream and fountain
that has ever been, or will ever be,
has become available to the mouth of my heart,
which is also the mouth of the Great Spirit
that chews, swallows, and digests
all creation and non-creation,
all being and non-being
in a wheel ever-turning.