The Depths Where Souls Meet

 Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain. Though they stand apart, seemingly isolated, they are bound by an invisible thread, woven deep beneath the earth where their roots meet in a place of silence and stillness. From the surface, they appear solitary, stoic, and untouched by one another, but beneath, where the eye cannot see, they share the same ancient wisdom, shaped by the same forces of wind, time, and the slow shifting of the earth. They know the weight of centuries, the resilience needed to withstand the harsh elements, and the inner stillness that allows them to endure, even as all around them changes.

In the quiet of their existence, they do not need to speak to understand one another, for the essence of their being resonates with a shared knowing. It is not in the peaks that they are closest, but in the unseen depths, where their foundations are intertwined, and where the truth of their strength is held. Only a mountain can truly know what it means to stand for ages, unmoved by the surface chaos, with a heart that remains steady and true, grounded in what lies beneath.

So too, it is with human souls. On the surface, we may seem like islands, separate and alone in our experiences, but in the deep places of our hearts, we are connected by something profound and unseen. It is in the places where we are most vulnerable, most rooted in our own truth, that we find we are not alone. Like the mountains, we are shaped by the forces of life, by joy and sorrow, by love and loss, and it is in these shared experiences that we come to understand one another beyond words.

To truly know another is to see beyond the external forms, beyond the appearances, and into the heart of what makes them who they are. It is to recognize the depth of their journey, the silent struggles they carry, and the quiet beauty of their endurance. It is to honor the sacredness of their being, not by what they show the world, but by the depth of their spirit, which, like the core of a mountain, remains hidden and yet holds the whole of who they are.

In this knowing, we find a deep kinship, an unspoken connection that transcends the limitations of our separateness. For beneath the surface, we are all mountains, shaped by the same forces, grounded in the same earth, and held by the same mystery. And when we can see and honor this in one another, we come closer to the sacred truth that we are never truly alone—our souls, like the mountains, are always in silent communion, standing together in the vastness of life.

All my Love and Light,

An