Two Legs
(wings of awakening)

Now having found the mountain

Looking up, covered in mist.

Heart sinks

Inner teacher says

"Stop; feel your feet

Look only at your next step."

Two legs

Pointed up the Mountain

Listening to the many voices

Waiting for that one word

That points the compass to that original face,

Pentacle within your own mind.

This leg of wisdom

That other leg,

Stiff, held by the old pains, memories, protections

Only moved when the heart softens.

Giving it that gentle touch.

"I have been with you, all of these years.

We will climb together."

Knowing all those that we have touched

Climb with us.

Dalai Lama's refrain calls us over and over again

"Don't give up"

John Travis 3-30-05