Clouds Over Mountain

I am a cloud over the mountain,
carried on the wind.

I am the rain out of the cloud,
falling to the mother.

I am the water sheeting on rocks,
the kiss of sky and earth now.

I am the stream scouring the mountain,
crumbled earth in a watery froth.

I am the river coursing the valley,
the womb of future mountains.

I am the outpouring into the sea,
the mother ready to embrace me.

I am the wide and open ocean,
the one whose thoughts are clouds.

I am the thought of life ascending,
exhaled from the all-embracing.

I am the wind over the ocean,
watering up the sky.

I am a bubble of ice chill rising
in an ocean of airy radiance.

I am a cloud over the mountain
snowing onto the mother.

I am the crystalline bite of an ice cap,
frozen solid with intent.

I am the rasping flow of glaciers,
furrowing the breasts that nurse them.

I am the warming tears of melt,
crying for joy to water the earth.

I am the water sheeting on rocks,
the kiss of sky and earth now.

I am a cloud over the mountain,
the still fresh memory of ocean.

I am the mountain under the cloud,
a memory of oceans and fire.

I am the river of time from mountain to sea,
the ephemeral stream of the eternal return.

I am the ocean, mother of mountains,
called home by the clouds.

I am a cloud over the mountain
carried on the wind.