Meenah

Meenah ~ The Great Observer

Said the mouse to the molehill,
“I will make a mountain out of you,
Because it is not only those with big words that speak the language of divinity.”
Said the mouse to the molehill,
“However, first I want you to know:
They told me I was a pest because I was so small,
But I tell you it is not those with swollen minds that will ever see the beauty in my survival. Remember this.”
Said the mouse to the molehill,
“It is my gentleness that makes me big;
I am the spirit that roams the earth like the four winds and whispers the echoes of my eternity.
It is in me to be a God, not because they see me small, but because I am life and that is bigger than anything they could dream. Remember this.”
Said the mouse to the molehill, “You are a mountain in my wild eyes.”
Said the mouse to the molehill,
“Yes, I will make a mountain out of you - but please don’t forget that you are a molehill too.”

Said the mouse to the mountain,
“You are a million molehills and a million mice. Teach them to remember their beauty - without them you would be lost too.
Said the mouse to the mountain,
“I will make a molehill out of you,
So you can house my fragile heart.
Sometimes those that are big see themselves so small, and those that are small see themselves so big - and they forget that it is both that makes us so beautiful.”
Said the mouse to the mouse,
“I am tired of making mountains out of molehills. I am tired of making molehills out of mountains.
I wish to just let things be.
For sometimes my greatest weapon is simply bearing witness to the great unbecoming that is life.” ~

This is Meenah ~ the great observer. Those who bear witness to the depths of life find themselves guiding those who do not see.