The Dancing Dog

I have a growing suspicion that remote mountains of pilgrimage are lying to me.

They said my suffering is not a symptom of lack, but an over abundance of variety.

Beyond all of that, the sedative of secularization has numbed me to the bliss of piety.

Some are a slave to the bottle, while others addict themselves to the pointless rhythms of society.

There are a hundred laws for one city block in comparison to the singular rule of the mountains in their entirety.

Many people crumble under the unbearable pressure of a wide open self-rule.

They would rather submit to whimsical dictums of leaders that are out of touch and cruel.

That life can disappear with a grappling hook, fresh water source, and a reliable mule.

Our progress is only one economic down turn away from the return of a gentlemen's pistol duel.

The mountains persuade me that technology will only put you in bondage to the requisite fuel.

No need to worry about the rent when you make a home of nature's summit.

Where there is no housing market, it is impossible for the property value to plummet.

Sages are born in this rarified space, while some alpinists surrender, you decide what you get from it.

The mountains have their own music, and if you want to join in, simply find a sizable stone and drum it.

You have to come to your own conclusions about values when there is no taste maker or political pundit.

It can get cold and food is hard to come by, but there is no crime where everything is clean and sun lit.

Think about the legacy of world changers from names like Muhammad and Moses.

So you may have to activate different muscle groups, but where you live is no bed of roses.

Add to that the fact that you essentially experience the same climate in winter with running noses.

The holy dread of a living God rests upon you, so don't worry about where the mountain lion doses.

There is no way around the challenges of the heights, but don't fail to remember the dangers that the valley poses.

It's not like I am afraid of being without community alone by myself.

I can't think of another place that is figuratively and topographically top-shelf.

The irony of mineral deposits from gold to quartz is that you no longer need that kind of wealth.

I suppose that advanced age may prove to be difficult when considering issues of continued health.

Nobody lasts forever, so instead of bemoaning longevity, consider it an honor to drop dead where Shaolin Monks knelt.