The Mountain

I looked and saw a mountain, Could not see the peak, I thought I'd try and climb it, For a way up I would seek. As I gazed upon this mountain, And planned my climb to go, My enthusiasm began to waver, Could I make it, yes or no? Sat there for a while longer, Afraid to start the climb, My body said to try it, But stay was in my mind. I now had such a conflict, One which I did not need, Which of my mind or body, Should I at that time heed? Should I listen to my body? Which said, I'm strong enough, Once we start the climbing, It will not be that tough. Or should I stand and listen? To thoughts within my mind, What happens if you fail? And fall so far behind. Just gazing at that mountain, I knew what I must do, Must get my mind and body, Thinking as one, not two. I decided at that moment, There was not time to waste, Had to make a great decision, And proceed with utmost haste. Should I decide to climb that mountain, I surely then must chase, My way directly to the top, Beginning at the base. Or should I instead take option? To stay on level ground, I still had to reach the other side, By simply going around. I could not stand just stagnant, Not knowing where to go, So I prayed for just a moment, For Allah the way to show. I then made my decision, On which route I would tread, I used neither thoughts of body, Nor thoughts within my head. Instead I simply chose, To do what seemed so right, And strode into the distance, Towards whatever was my plight. Then as I took my first steps, It no longer seemed so clear, For that mountain I had been watching, Just seemed to disappear. I did not stop my striding, Although confusion was so rife, Then suddenly became so clear, That mountain was my life. I could stop still no longer, Simply wondering what to do, For longer that I waited, The more that mountain grew. Yes, our lives are just like mountains, We can no longer hide, When the climbing gets a little tough, Just ask Allah to guide.   _