Mountain - Let Me Die In Tadasana
A mountain does not loiter
Like an empty paper cup upon a tabletop.
A mountain is a weighty mass,
Rooted through the topsoil
Of the surrounding lowlands
And anchored to the earth’s solid crust
Which floats upon a fluid, molten mantel.
And deep at the core of it all
Is a slowly spinning ball of solid metal,
The motion of which generates
An electro-magnetic field
That radiates outward into space
Creating a protective force
That shields the planet
And all the creatures
That dwell upon the mountain.
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