The Mountains Are Calling

They are the miraculous result of century upon century of
shifting tectonic plates
from heated eruptions
The mountains call me
I listen
I will go to them, climb them, seek shelter from them, honor them
I will absorb their wisdom as I have so gratefully drawn upon
the wisdom of the pines—
my lifelong protectors
Perhaps it is my older and wiser state that calls me to their majesty
Perhaps I am called
to the foundation of creation
as I come nearer the time
I will be released
unencumbered
into the harmonious flow of the heavens
I wait with an open heart

Tricia Schwaba 2024

I Suppose

I suppose this voice has been in me since before my time on Earth. Once conceived, it guided the timing of my birth — the perfect circumstance for a divine succession, of events that bring lessons that can eliminate my obsessions. I suppose that my parents were chosen specifically for me, the combining of their energies offering me exactly what I need, to evolve into the adult I have so uniquely become, to stand on a mountaintop, beat my solitary drum. I suppose that when I leave the Earth there will be a certain kind of heartache, my energy soaring to another time, another space. I suppose a voice will shed light on what lives on, as I initiate a new orbit with new oceans to make waves upon.

Tricia Schwaba, 2022

Transition