Mount Shasta

Mountshasta

In the distance over the trees
stands a jewel of white

I can’t help but stop and stare
at such a beautiful sight

Inspiration starts to fill me
in it’s very presence

Feeling the need to get closer
to capture it’s very essence

As I begin my perilous travel
looking for a path that
has yet been defined

The assuring white light of the
peak of the mountain gives me
a comforting sign

In the night the moon fixes it’s
luminous gaze on the
mountain top

The beams of light feeding the
thirsty dark as it lights up
my path drop by drop

As I get closer I feel my ambition
getting so much stronger

Anticipation fills my lungs as my
strides start getting longer

I began to see this journey was not
meant for me to reach the
mountain itself

Rather it was a lesson to help find
and define myself

I keep the lessons I learned in my
heart so they do not slip through
the cracks of time

Whenever I need a reminder I look
to the sacred mountain and myself
I will always find