Day One Hundred and Fifty Two-A Thousand Steps By Chaos “I am walking the mountain.” – Laura Tohe Aware, awake, deepest slumber flees. Epiphany, luminescent, in indigo shadow unveiled, one sure step on the pristine path, stairway to Stone Mountain, destiny’s trail, ever sought, never found, until this night in a thousand nights, stretched out before blind eyes, tangibly intangible, perceived invisibly. Choice, made years hence, uncertain in unshadowed nudity …revelation… Stay… go? Hesitate not, heart, steel, resolve— A journey, begun in a single step, must be pursued, completed, destination known. Take nothing the Great Spirit provides. Trust to trust, press on, spirit reasons with sense, outside of comfort, is found, answers to mysteries, questions yet unvoiced, the truth of self and such, as none other way deigns bestow. Heed the head, lean in, stride the one pure path, discover the true and worthy name, steep soul, self in humble enlightenment, discover what is, what was, till ends the trail of may will be, and another fills the void. Sing his songs, while he walks, pass on the telling tale, that, should he fall beside the way, yet will live his story, in passage from tongue to tongue, and in it, so shall he.
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