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Each pace forward moved the summit further As I climbed my Everest, twenty-nine thousand and six Footsteps in the past, twenty-two more to go, When suddenly the mount, the goddess, Mother of the Universe, smiled at me from above. Her grace was gentle though her presence alone Felt like a menace. I knew I carried within me All the ignominy of human being. An offense to her essence, Physics and doing, ‘How dare I be there, scramble over And trample her only to prove to my Self I could? Fear suggested my surrender, retrace my steps Back to humbleness, place my Self where it belonged. Yet I froze and could not move, immensity had got the best Of me, making me believe that I was too little of a creature To attempt being greater than what I was. The paralysing nature of such ludicrous belief had me Hanging from a root seeking to survive despite it. The goddess continued to smile at me from above, unwilling To help, I thought. And as I was losing my grip, conquered by fatigue, She spoke: ‘If you trust in me, let go!’ and so I did.
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Chomolungma
Each pace forward moved the summit further As I climbed my Everest, twenty-nine thousand and six Footsteps in the past, twenty-two more to go, When suddenly the mount, the goddess, Mother of the Universe, smiled at me from above. Her grace was gentle though her presence alone Felt like a menace. I knew I carried within me All the ignominy of human being. An offense to her essence, Physics and doing, ‘How dare I be there, scramble over And trample her only to prove to my Self I could? Fear suggested my surrender, retrace my steps Back to humbleness, place my Self where it belonged. Yet I froze and could not move, immensity had got the best Of me, making me believe that I was too little of a creature To attempt being greater than what I was. The paralysing nature of such ludicrous belief had me Hanging from a root seeking to survive despite it. The goddess continued to smile at me from above, unwilling To help, I thought. And as I was losing my grip, conquered by fatigue, She spoke: ‘If you trust in me, let go!’ and so I did.
n.b.: Chomolungma is the Chinese name for Mount Everest, meaning Goddess Mother of the Universe, 29,028 feet high.
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
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