From Kevin Deasey: The Last Mountain

in a day's journey
ended when it started,
walking up the spiral
of love through knowledge,
and vice-verse,
every shining being
pushes its legs the mountains up
for something looking,
looking for someone,
unable to see Itself,
just through the Otherness
mad in a particles accelerator
or Shiva's Circle of Fire,
feeling It lacks something,
something It needs, someone

Day after day bringing
different coloured suns
and moons 
out over those mountains
Suddendly a thought, a single thought,
all thoughts, like You, creatures of an only,
forgotten, origin distorted:
You Are the Mountain,
if You don't go or It doesn't come,
just breathe, shine, rain...
You're the same, just one