If Mountains Could Speak

At first encounter, mountains do not speak.
With calm observation amidst the mountains,
after many day, they start to whisper.
They abide forever, seeing the 10,000 things.
Their peaks are regular friends with the clouds.
Eternal, because they are still.
We humans scurry about below them, sometimes walking among them.
Knowing more than even ancient trees, they are supreme.
Yet common water, drop by drop wears them down, melting them into the rivers and sea.
All things linked together. All beings from non-beings.
All one same person.
After true sight, the mountains are silent again. Yet so are the rivers and people themselves.
Words without meaning.
Sounds, and being fully expressed as always.
Even you are the very mountain!
Cease with words.
They will never mean more than the sound, and even then for but a short time.
They will melt into the sea of Reality.
As the mountain, you are silent.
As the water you shall conquer yourself.