“Mist and Majesty” ~ When The Truth Rises

These majestic mountains

The awe-inspiring mountains — symbols of power, grandeur, and timeless strength.

 

Never did they show their arrogant conceit

Despite their greatness, the mountains never displayed ego or arrogance. They remain grounded (literally and metaphorically).

Did you ever hear them roar in pride?

Rhetorical question — the mountains don’t boast or make noise about their greatness.

Fall to my feet for this is where you are to slide

Possibly imagining if they were prideful, they could demand submission — but they never do. Nature doesn't impose.

Perhaps they knew they could be obscured

Suggests mountains are aware of their vulnerability — even mighty beings can be hidden...

The thinnest veil could steal their view,

A mist could mute their mighty hue.

By something as gentle or insubstantial as a light mist or fog. 

Even a simple veil can completely hide the majestic view, reminding us how delicate visibility, perception, and presence can be.

A Veil of Mist, Dense and Deep,

Crafting a moonlight tryst while you sleep,

The thick fog that covers the mountains.  

For a quiet, secret meeting between the mist and moonlight while you're asleep.

That makes the reality untwist

And has the power to reveal the hidden beauty amidst.

The boundaries of what’s real and unreal become unclear. Yet this blur reveals deeper truths. 

Within that distortion, beauty is revealed — things we don’t usually notice become apparent.

The visual illusion of mist and light distorts what we perceive as “real.”

Making it all appear so metaphysical

The whole experience seems beyond the physical, dealing with ultimate reality

For one must see clearly what is real

Suggests the importance of clarity — of perceiving truth beyond illusions.

Carrying the purity of water

The mist is made of water — pure and transparent — symbolizing truth or clarity.

Still holding you before you shatter

The mist or truth supports and contains you in fragile moments — a protective, gentle force.

For the truth is not to flatter

Truth isn’t here to make you feel good — it’s not decorative or ego-boosting.

But is a light of hope to scatter

Instead, truth spreads like light — illuminating and inspiring hope.

Seeing it all surreal

Sometimes in surrealness, we see most clearly. 

For the mountain never hides under the burial

Despite the fog, the mountain is never buried — it always exists, silently present. This might also mean truth or greatness remains even if hidden temporarily.

But with calm grace, it lets the fog drift

The mountain patiently allows the fog to pass without resistance.

The thickest shroud it does not lift—

Even when completely hidden, it doesn't struggle to prove itself.

 

It simply waits for the return of light,

It trusts that clarity and truth will naturally come with time.

 

For dawn to blaze and shadows burn bright.

Morning light arrives powerfully, wiping away all darkness and doubt.

 

The sun ascends holding the radiance of truth in its flame,

The rising sun symbolizes truth, bringing light that exposes everything hidden.

 

Illuminating all, with none to blame.

Truth is revealed gently, without judgment — just clarity.

 

And as the fog unspools in time,

Slowly, confusion clears and everything becomes visible again.

The mountain stands— transcending time, eternal, sublime.

The mountain remains unchanged, timeless, and deeply majestic.

Whether you see them in the dark winter nights, moonlit heights or sungazed might