What part of the mountain can you take into your hand and claim it’s a mountain? This rock, this snow, this grass, this bird, this insect?

Does the morning light reveal the mountain?
Does the cloud touch the mountain?
Does the water bathe the mountain?

The mountain captures the cloud without any thought of doing so… what silence.
The cloud embraces the mountain without any thought of doing so… still silence.
A silence that excludes nothing,
and echoes with the true nature of being.

How do you hold it then?

~CJ~