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"