What is the way?
Why do we feel
the need
to seek
and stretch our arm up
into the air
as if we could hold
the sky
in our hands,
so easy,
just like reaching down
and touching water?
Is it the night,
alone?
Afraid?
The heartbeat in our chests,
so loud
in the silence
of the dark.
Our minds alive
with fears of what
tomorrow will bring.
Is it the day,
the light,
the Sun
that banishes
our hiding place,
exposes
all our insecurities,
our sins,
and our lies,
and shows us
the only thing
behind us is
our shadow?
Why is our reflection
so distorted
when we
touch the water?
The night sky,
so sublime,
reflected in this
most pristine mountain lake.
We are drawn up
and down
at the same time.
As above,
so below
and ripple all the stars
when we touch the water.
HG – 2021
