THE HEART OF THE MOUNTAIN

There is in the mountain’s own heart a room lined with books never read.  They are not for reading.  They hold every heart’s murmurs, they keep a happy record of the rhythms of love.  Every impulse, every pulse, every leap of joy, has been carefully noted down giving the recorder of the record great happiness and joyful contentment in the practice of this organization.

 The mountain’s heart swells with pride in this accomplishment--to remember every moment of tenderness, every expression of true love.  And your name and my name is there.  See, in those little blue books….the ones nearest to the umbrella stand.  There is an umbrella for you, too.  It is always at hand to keep the empty shadows of unknowing away from your mind.

 Come now, to the mountain that holds in its innermost room a book with your name on it.  A quiet place where deep knowing occurs.  A quiet stirring.  A certainty.  How foolish it would be to stop counting the wealth within your fingers…never to look at your fingers. Count your wealth.  Put your thoughts to paper.  Paper the world with your thoughts.  Love overflowing from within needs no cities or bridges or cemeteries.  Love flowing from within is the sun shining over the Earth turning the soil of yesterday’s forgetting into fields white with flowers.  I feel that today is a beginning and the mountain knows how I feel…for it is written in a book.  

* Words & Pictures © by Arlene Graston
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