Being At The Falls

 

Upon the mountains of Fate, I beheld the wonders of time

and the Forces of Nature.

It was here that I heard the voice 

of Divinity amongst the roar of water

and stone...

                               All of this,

and more plays somewhere

in the depths of my

mind and soul...

(The words I write now are 

but sad echoes of the visions I had

in a times now gone,)

In darkened mist and icy water,

I stood alone.

The stream pierced both stone and heart

on it's escape to nowhere.

The pull of gravity lead both

water and I

down the side of the mountain.

This is friendship...

The law says everything will change.

I am not excluded.

There in the Temple of Earth, Water 

and Mist,

I have witnessed the Truth of the 

trees and the wind.

Who I was

and who I am

are no longer the same.

Shaped, as I was by forces out of my control...

I became my own truth,

searching for the ways that lead to the

seas and oceans of Wisdom and Grace.

The hole my Truth pours through,

stands now 

as a monument 

to who I am 

and what I will finally become.

And there in the mist,

alone,

I changed.

And only the rocks, trees and water knew.