The Mountain

26 December 2014

The Mountain

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Strange, but woke up this morning with this poem in my head, which although I have no doubt is crap (I know bugger all about poetry) I’ll share with you here (sure it’s total 6 form rubbish, but I’ll post it anyway).

The Mountain

The Mountain does not love you.
Nor does it care
nor does it hate
or wish you harm
or wish you well.

The Mountain does not betray
trick, or beguile.
Say yes when it means no.
Act out of fear.
Act out of love.
Pull you in then throw you back
reject you
nor lead you astray,
or lead you home.

The Mountain does not dream
does not desire
does not want to fuck
or lay in your arms
make plans
have a life
or recollect
mull nor regret,
wake with tears in its eyes,
stop mid sentence when one more word is one more to many.

It does not feel anything.

The Mountain cannot be saved by you
it dies slowly,
shattered and scared by age,
feldspar, quartz, aragonite, calcite moving as swiftly as the stars - painlessly,
each grain washed away
and stone tumble
a lost heart beat.
Yet unaware, vampire old, it does not feel nor fear death nor the time passing.

The Mountain has always been there, and always will
a lifetime together.
Your footsteps.
Your blood.
Your treasure.
Your sacrifice.
Unseen, unfelt, unknown.
But there is no history between it and you
no drama or recollection.
Good times or bad.
To be remembered in old age, or forgotten.
No memory of you
no sad wakings
or happy recollections.
You mean nothing.

The Mountain has no answers
no insight or revelation
no wisdom or stories
no path to take,
no kind words
or harsh.
But is will also never judge you,
never break you
nor do you harm
break your heart
or wish you unwell
nor plot
or scheme
or go crazy.

The Mountain offers you two gifts and that is all.

First the gift of certainty in all these things, that it will never change.  It neither loves nor hates, but only is.

The second is that all the things you may find upon its faces and walls and couloirs and slopes,  the love, wisdom, pain, longing, regret, friendship, death, hope and humanity are not Mountain’s gifts at all, but yours.





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Andy Kirkpatrick
Andy Kirkpatrick

Andrew Kirkpatrick is a British mountaineer, author, motivational speaker and monologist. He is best known as a big wall climber, having scaled Yosemite's El Capitan 30+ times, including five solo ascents, and two one day ascents, as well as climbing in Patagonia, Africa, Alaska, Antarctica and the Alps.

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