Molehills, the dirt cast out from the ground by a critter of the world who builds their house in Mother Earth, not on top. Seems like trash in its own way to a mole or a ground hog, to an ant or to a worm, but indeed it is the way our air and water travel into the the heart of our planet, feeding the roots of the plants that grow, and nourishing the nematodes and other living creatures, bacteria, and life below the surface where we can not see.
I look at those molehills and see the potential for mountains to be built where life can grow on the sides, breezes can cool those who stand or rest on top, and from that view, people can see for distances they could not without it being built.
To build mountains out of molehills is no small task, no indeed, and most would think it foolish, for as much as they can see. But for me it is a little part of what I need to do to create a place where anyone can see miracles come true.
From the top of the molehills, piled high and with intent, one can meditate upon the world, the setting sun, the rising moon, the visions that can not be seen as well from down below.
From here one can relax and watch with a constant gentle breeze, the passing of the time it takes, to dream how life could be.
The Supermoon looks different when viewed from up on high, It lets you see the village with the Moon above for light.
From down below the ground entrenched, the mountain looks quite high. It is the will to climb it that drives some to want to try.
The path along the trench of life, where we may chose to go, provides a better view indeed, that we are to low.
Ascending up the path you’ll find is harder than on flats, but worth it if you want to see the vision that will last.
When near the top the steps we need may suddenly appear, though these I built from salvaged parts, they make the path more clear.
And at the top, the true reward, the views that none will find, upon the ground down in the trench where some are left so blind.
Down through the trees the roofs are clear. The path there maybe not, but knowing what is down there gives me hope that all’s for naught.
And from on high I see so much, like the village down below, that in a dream was what could change the world’s path I know.
The water that now fills the holes where in the dirt once stood, gives life to frogs and critters, the plants that now grow food.
From up on high I see the trench where in so many lie, and wonder if the day will come when all will come up high.
So thus I sit and meditate, on the highest point around. No higher point from here to sea, 150 miles down, to a shoreline where the water, salty and with life at risk, awaits what man will do to change the path that we are on. I meditate and pray that all will climb up high to see, and do what we can do to save the planet that I see.