Emanations Of The Heart

Ξ live alive Ξ

The white lily

lines my path

on either side

of where I track.

Their snowy skin

glistens purely,

but what they hide

is what stays me, really.

I long for their beauty,

the way they reside,

with roots that hold them fast

and seem to never die.

They stretch on for miles-

an unyielding sight.

But they all look the same

and that is why I fight.

A path made of gravel

is a path meant to follow.

Roots can't take hold

and persistence takes bravado.

I question why I trek-

the reason I proceed,

and that's when I remember

that this trek is why I'm free.

I'm following this trail,

this never ending path,

because I want to stay free-

feel the world's wrath.

I want to feel the breeze

and know from where it comes.

I want to see the mountains

and climb each and every one.

Knowledge is power,

but dormant it must stay

when fear becomes present

to remain a certain way.

And so this is my journey

down this never-ending path,

knowing breezes and climbing mountains

as I continue to fearlessly track.