Do you hear the voice of the mountain?
It waits silently to unleash its authority.
Do you hear the oceans, as they rise up on the powerful call of the wind?
He holds thunder in his right hand and the wind in his left. He wraps up the oceans in his cloak.
He is powerful as the mountain.
Steadfast and grounded his roots run deep into the essence of the earth’s foundation.
Every night he finds rest under vast skies.
He never moves, yet affects everything.
He never moves because he does not need to.
Do not mistake this for thinking that he can’t.
It takes but a mustard seed to move him
When he moves, everything changes.