I wrote this poem over 20 years ago, when I was a teenager. I’d been worrying about something unimportant, so I went walking in the Lake District and kept climbing and pushing myself until all my worries disappeared. I didn’t realise it then, but it was a poem about mindfulness. It’s still one of my favourite compositions, and as I’ve been writing on the theme of mindfulness, I’d like to share it with you:
Climb until the beating of your heart
Outweighs the beating of your troubled mind;
Till countless cares and clamorous fears
Become mere whisperings
And stifled, they surrender
To the howling winds.
Gaze in wonder at the mountain scene
In awe of nature’s flawless masterpiece:
From roaring depths
The soaring peaks
Rise sad, and strange and wise
They nod in silent homage
To triumphant skies
Stand in due respect for knowledge gained
In reverence for the majesty of time:
The mountains, through their weight of years
Have glimpsed eternity
Though surely they must tumble
To the raging sea.
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