The Descent

On the mountain, your life is laid bare

As the town and landscape below.

A birds-eye perspective on what you hold close-

Fears and aspirations.

All becomes one as you become all.

This is the only moment that has ever mattered.

 

The descent is tricky, when the map folds up.

You get lost between the folds of everyday life.

Between paying rent, catching up on all those old bills

And answering to society.

Those revelations slip away.

That peace slips away.

Forgotten on some glorious summit from previous days.