The edge of a cliff
Steps away from the crumbling foundation
of the divide between safety and expansion
Paralysis evident
by the wind’s lack of directional change
A stillness is present that can only be understood in the pursuit of momentum
To the East
The cold waters of the sea
Waves crashing against the rocky shores
with the gravitational pull of the moon unseen
The maiden’s symbiosis an invisible hand
shown in the moving waters of the earth’s tide
To the North
The sun in its high noon glory
Burning at its brightest
too high to touch
It offers advice on the absorption of shadow
in the absence of its light
Rays descend and are pocketed for protection
when the night and the darkness become too deep
To the South
A tornado of winds
barely visible on the horizon
Behind the tallest of mountains
it brews the perfect storm
which can only be understood when caught in the eye
Tattered lessons absorb the remnants of debris left behind as it passes to rule another’s domain
To the West
Flowers so sweet
they caress the senses
Comfort in the Vast array of color
the scent of harmonious bouquet akin to the peace that comes with the understanding of oneness
A collection of tangible beauty presents as art
a kiss from the land’s own mother
It mirrors so closely the symphony that is found in humanity
Another step
Direction unknown
Trusting that the destination will be guided by the universe
in its creation of wonders found external and within
A reveal that relies on the teachings
Found in a journey often saturated
by both pain and pleasure
A provision of voice in the form of gifts
A means to understand the distinction and appreciation
of liminal contrast with the lessons therein
A fool’s journey
less foolish
A child’s eyes
with an adult heart
Innocence and illumination born from rebirth and renewal
A reminder whispered that there is no finish
on this path led by continuous growth