Above these Mortal Hills

Above These Mortal Hills

By Vajra Koan

(Respectfully dedicated to the teachings of Jiddu Krishnamurti)

Can I sit by your fire, to rest my aching back?

I’ve walked all the way from Hell to Heaven and back.

Where my eyesight meets the moonlight, I can still see through the black

That lies above these dying hills,

Beyond these living hills,

Above these mortal hills.

Every sunset’s a warning to all those who still feel fear,

“There is no truth,” it says, “there’s nothing quite so clear,”

“And there’s no reason for reason, if your heart is here,”

Above these dying hills,

Beyond these living hills,

Above these mortal hills.

Yet we feel so much anger, there’s still too much hate;

No-one knows the time, but we suspect that it’s too late,

We have no faith in God and no belief in fate,

Above these dying hills,

Beyond these living hills,

Above these mortal hills.

Still we can only stride forwards, for there is no turning back,

No deviation from the one straight track,

Like the rain down to the sea, our minds are floating back,

Above these dying hills,

Beyond these living hills,

Above these mortal hills.

I was the shining sun, I was an old oak tree.

I was a fool to the fools around me,

Seems my body’s a slave, but my mind can be

A place where I am free.

A place where I can see

A place where I can be:

Above these dying hills,

Beyond these living hills,

Above these mortal hills.

So: Can I sit by your fire, and rest my aching back?

I’ve walked all the way from Hell to Heaven and back.

Where my eyesight meets the moonlight, I can still see through the black

That lies above these dying hills,

Beyond these living hills,

Above these mortal hills.

(c) Vajra Koan 1992