Returning to the Nature from Which We Came

These high mountains are

The lands in which I adore.

For that,

I set out upon them.

No phones, no pets, no cigarettes.

Built upon divinity,

Untampered by man. 

Not the blackest of highway 

May taint this beauty.

Divinity reins superior. 

Formations in which instill an 

Empowering peace, 

Of which in,

Our vocabulary is lost. 

Strong and masculine,

Yet gentle and nurturing,

Mother Nature raises within us

An inert calmness.

The characteristics of which baffle

our very being.  

Looking out to this open void leaves

Us without speech,

For this vast beauty 

Will never succumb to our meager  words. 

Not the most talented of photographer, 

Nor the most cleaver of poets 

Lie within the realm to capture 

The reality of this wonder. 

Not the most logical of thinkers

May rationalize 

the cause of this 

Exchange between 

the mountains and our spirit. 

It is a gift,

That we all may

know this feeling,

That we may all experience 

this empowerment.

Let it remind us

as the late and great 

Christopher McCandless once did, 

that it is not 

the less important to 

be strong, 

but to 

Feel strong, 

the more.

Masculine, feminine, plant and animal,

All are invited into 

Natures caressing arms,

To lay down our clothes and 

Return to the free nature from which we came. 

Relieve yourself from the  

corruption and frustrations of daily life,

Removed yourself from the stressed bondage and conceptions

Of our attire,

and 

Revitalize emotional strength.  

Return to nature 

And merge with 

the perpetual peace 

Of her being.

Leave nothing to mask

Yourself from this divinity.