The mountain is still today; out there.
In my memories it is moving with me. It is moving in my cells; in the memories of my cells.
I can feel them in me.
I can feel and see the memories that stay with me.
Higher and lower mountains are in me, some with abundance of trees and others empty of trees.
My perception of every different mountain is unique like if they have a unique soul.
The mountain is still today out there, waiting for me to start the movement together.
The gift of my presence allows the mountain to move with me; the gift that I give to myself.
Trusting the stillness of the mountain helps me to trust my own movement.
The natural presence of the mountain invites me to be in my natural state.
Sometimes I have encounters with other beings there.
Sometimes I encounter myself there.
