Holy Mountain

With each step
Onto the holy mountain
I am slain.

By each fresh encounter
With a reality that overwhelms
My precious,
Worthless
Worldview, I am broken.

Broken, broken again
By the love
Of which the mountain is made.

Torn
Skin from skin
By the claws of the eagle
Who knows
It’s impossible
To step
Without carrying your whole world with you
Unless that step
Is a death
And a transformation.