The Mudra of Mountains

gesture of space opening above all this
even though it neither knows nor cares

but allows the pines to stand their brittle spears
and the snow to blaze and crunch and squeal

and the valley to draw its warm wings
over the cluster of night-lit houses

and we can climb and struggle together
and feel touched by a wordless praising

so that we step out of history
over its edge into thin clear air

with its sound like crystals singing
for every brief, blossoming snowflake

though we never wanted such freedom
it will come

it will come out of inevitable mountains
it will leave nothing behind

but their clawed and weathered fingers
glinting light, carving decisions

this is Amida Buddha's blessing mudra
before he claps his hands

From: Travels in the Middle Land, Dhamma Moon, 2013.

Posted: Tue 17 Nov, 2009