by on March 2, 2022 :: 0 comments


I stand
I sit

On the verge
On the cusp

No commitment
Not sure

I tell myself
These days are like that

The truth is not clear
The way is not open

The roads
They do not lead home

Detached from
Blind-sided by

It is easy to lose sight of
The mountain heart

Covered by clouds
And far from this place

I sometimes forget
Its bright emptiness

Looking up now
At your
White flowing robes

I tell myself

I don’t need to go back

To climb the steps again

editors note:

Cycling seeking a sage. (This is one of the poems from JH’s recent release of “Three Steps.” You can get your copy here. Congrats, JH!) – mh clay

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