Needle
at the top of this mountain
but……what now?
was this the right ascension
or was I too afraid to face the ground?
know skies can be the limit,
guess it’s universal thirst to stay high?
can be true, loyal, even have merit
but senses feeling experienced
reconnects what passed by.
am I ashamed of this gaining wait?
hold still if wishing to decline?
it’s hard to separate from what keeps me late,
point fractured when first mentioned “mine”.
to taste a sight touch a smell to hear,
as the come down is our familiar weapon.
to appreciate, no longer recognize fear,
infinite mirrors kick energy the whole lesson.
steady wander with ignorant bliss,
for we still got a way to fall.
each woven pure. no threads miss,
the perfect fabric of our will is all.
simply misunderstood this mountain alone,
seeing now that up is down.
still learning with every listen, grown,
shared love is life’s highest sound.
