The Ascent by Frank Owen

The Ascent

O Travelers of the Way,
when you begin the ascent
you see everything
that you saw
on the way down
but with a knowing heart.

The hardened armor
you cast off
in the deep chasm below
has left you
with a bold softness.

The world thirsts for this.

As you rise
on the faithful coil,
bringing you back
into the mesh of your life,
your slivered rawness
is polished into tenderness.

Split open
by the Great Silence,
you are given eyes
of a mountain spirit.

A mountain spirit
on the move.

Then
there is nothing left
to become.

The aspirations you held,
that rule most,
have died
beneath
the cracking branches
of the old self.

You are something else now.

A river
opening out
into the sea.
A son or daughter of the moment.
Your truest form.
Home...everywhere.
It is then
that your new eyes
tell you...

Ignorance
eventually
folds in
on itself.

Evil
is really just a crying child
throwing yet another tantrum.

Good
always gets better
for those who tend it.
____________________________
from al-Kimia: Two Thousand Days Along the Way
(c) 2008 - 2009 / Frank Owen
http://nekyia-the-ascent.blogspot.com/