Achala Shasta
She sings to me like no song I've heard before.
I can't help but dance.
This mountain is my home.
I vow to honor and protect her nature.
I lay my head on her ground
asking for her truth to be spoken freely.
To her I am bound by sworn loyalty.
I am but a humble seneschal.
Borrowed power of unmoving,
unwavering presence is what I seek.
My hand is hers.
Her sovereign touch flows through this earthly embodiment.
In her spirit, I am sacred.