In the high places

In the lofty, lonely places

seekers after truth

stretch their minds and souls to the infinite.

Shamans and priests

pilgrims and hermits

make their way to the very summit

to seek enlightenment.

On the mountaintop the world disappears

Everything seems so small from up there

The air is clean and clear

The mind and soul open to the yawning sky

Creation is so vast and we are so small

Let us find the high places wherever we can

Let us keep and guard the sacred way

Let us climb to the mountaintop and surrender

and be swallowed by the immensity of eternity