The Crossing
Upon the bridge of initiation I tread forward
The iron grip of time pushes me deeper
Settled by a false dawn of calm I surrender to
True questions continue to circle unanswered.
The cold breath of nature descends upon me
crisp and silent, it pierces through the layers
It swirls around and destroys the stench
of envy, desire and anger. Clouds of illusion
wither away revealing the lone sentiment within.
The pace hastens henceforth, overcoming fatigue
in its stride. The winter solstice offers its serenity
amidst the storm. So it begins. Again.
-Nikhil-
