Approach the opening
That hides the trail.
Breathe in that first.
The difference of just these steps
That lead you to this point
Are miniscule.

Another step follows the last,
With towers coming to view.
A cathedral
With needle carpet.
A quiet introduces itself.

A breeze stirs the canopy
But never reaches your face.

You, hearing the rush,
See the bendings atop.
Here the stillness remains,
Cut only by your feet's crunch.

The blaze catches your eye,
Reminding you of raison d'etre.
Resist departure. 
Turn.
See your past.
Take another breath.
Know the next will be
Not the same. 

One finger.  One alignment.  One throw.
The sight is glaring.
The course set in ice. 

 

Forward Steps

Forward Steps -

A sacred movement comes about

where sawn between the events

is found a certitude of facts, 

beyond, again, the known challenged. 

We cry to all to assist in our quest,

a trueness needed to spike the flag,

against the barriers we refuse to sucomb,

and upwards victorious in all our battles.

Slipping

Slipping

This is no true explanation.
Your search will only return you

    to what you were taught.
It's acceptance or rejection is singular.
Personal.
Decide your beginning
    or end.
Decide when you will be responsible;
Today, right now, or when the decision.
    is made.
Make your life what it will be.
Make your existence one to be remembered.

But, by whom.