The mountain stands alone,

Unmoved by wind, or snow,

And I stand, arms raised,

In the distant below,

Saying, I am the Mountain.

And whether that’s true,

Or not, I have found it

Today, in this mantra,

And, at least for the moment,

It is my mind’s goal.

I think of all the past ways

People have moved me,

No more, no more,

I am the mountain.