This Mountain

Standing
on this mountain -
the one firmly rooted
underneath my feet -

I lose myself
to feelings
of smallness
and infinitesimal
focus on
the singularity
of my tiny place
in this cosmos.

One small grain
of sand in a universe
of billions and billions
of galaxies.

And yet,
I still cry out,
into the vast
openness of
all that is;

and know
that I am heard.

This standing,
this smallness,
and this being heard

sets my heart
afire. I am burning -
burning on this hill -
with the forces
of the ONE
who built these
caverns with

the thought
of His breath.

There has never
been another.