Bowing Mountain
from Shiva’s Dance, first published in Mountains Talking
When Standing Mountain folds, bows down,
the lower back lets go. Shoulders soften,
release a flood of mental toxins
from your upper body through your crown,
the residue of daily news,
the litany of failures and resentments,
wishful thinking, chatter, disappointments,
the stench of hatred, lies, and worn out views.
Can your two feet, supported by the earth,
accept their burden, help this planet grieve,
bear her orb of sorrow, let her breathe?
Can you truly bow to earth,
let go of fear, delusion, greed,
help restore the balance, plant a seed?
