To
ascend where summits of cold and mountains prevail… this ‘otherworldliness’
where few venture and even less reside. Such narrow and often stony paths
wend their way towards distant lands (clearer, somehow, when closer to horizons
rather than under foot). ‘Over worlds’ above valleys crowded with throngs and
the din of the marketplace where many a heart consumed by fear or contempt for
solitude and realms aloft… Having descended into these lowlands, I
remain breathing inside this world of unrisen airs, finding a glimpse beyond the
conundrums of commonality and the usual choirs of consciousness. Come, confide
in more than reverie before crossing the threshold where transcendence abounds! Truth,
even if concealed within the loneliest of sparks, dares now to shine into the
dark… let the fires ignite and lesser the shadows born. Hurl will to the
hour, the phoenix, barely half alive, must have its day again! Wings stretching
between magnitudes, minds and its miniscule scope… mere twilight compared
to unimaginable suns above clouds and the ‘everyday’. The wayfarer’s journey,
if measurable, begins and ends in those places most familiar (here to home). With
virtue attained, no doubts cast upon such undertakings into boundless flights
destined towards summit and eternity.
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