I cannot take away the mountain’s steepness or sharpness. Nor would I ever ask. The steepness and sharpness are nature’s grace. Instead to be the cloud that embraces them both. Softness becomes sharpness. Sharpness becomes soft. The steepness ascended with ease of the cloud’s dance. To leave them both cooled and moist. To await the sun’s drying. Misting grace and comfort. Undefined boundaries. The presence of being.