The snow his whisk, the clouds his face. In the cold air so thin from closeness to heaven only compassion can sustain us, only wisdom keeps us breathing, only love can open our eyes to the view and guide us back down to the surface.
Forgiveness reigns on the mountain so that life arises below.
We will not scratch at the ground in anger because we remember the mountain. Cool tears like dewy diamonds calm our hot faces. The mountain embraces the sky and earth, the king leans down to kiss our foreheads. The king of white cloth has embraced us in coolness. His coolness is the fingerprint of God.