“If you don’t get lost, there’s a chance you may never be found.” Anonymous
Torn.
Stuck.
Unsure.
Think more or less
To pass this test?
Do more or ignore?
Which is the right shore?
Remember or forget?
How do I untangle this net?
Which way?
Left, right,
Up, down,
Around?
Lost, lost, not found.
A pilgrim
Whose footsteps by snow have been veiled
This time, she feels, her compass has failed.
Majestic white giants
Surround her;
Overpowering
Humbling
She shrinks in her despair
Gasping for thin air.
Air.
Air.
There, there,
Mountain mysteries whisper,
Their ancient echoes speak
That it ain’t the landing
But the leap
That holds the key to what we seek.
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