Upon, a wind swept summit, sprung the door - to my heart’s
cage
Alas, heroes journey finale – not told upon this page
Embarked on road less travelled – thought by now I’d be a sage
Invited Creation as my witness – to what - my timeless rage
Stripped of all defenses - naked soul without veneers
The time has come - I humbly submit - to release all, karmic
souvenirs
Like genie loosed from bottle – a tsunami repressed within for
years
Held by the loving embrace of Gaia – I let flow my healing
tears
Shroud of denial – a place to hide – obscured all
culpability
Coupled with blinding pride - the oasis - of illusory
infallibility
Cleaver of truth – upon my heart – to Spirit’s light more
permeability
Misguided will – exchange at once – for surrender and
humility
If my life is like an hourglass – what remains of trickling
sand?
Spirits nearby and ancient oaks remind me I’m a visitor to
this land
Before me lays the glove of challenge – cards are dealt –
now play your hand
Did you think your life was about, just you – when will you
make a stand?
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