They surveyed the world
From the heart
Of The Middle Kingdom
I have already climbed further
Than I had ever imagined
From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track
I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight
What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack
So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak
Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?
For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?
And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb
Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day
It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop
For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie
I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go
Then I come home
Where I live in it
But sometimes need
A reminder
Sunlight sifts through leafy boughs. Green-tinged, it swaddles the room with peaceful rays. Two walls of glass panes open to nature’s embrace. City streets and city worries seem far removed.
“Do you hear it?”
“What?”
“The sound.”
Mineral
Patina
Like coffee
And tea stains
small
I believed thought
Was the centre
Of my being
Until I began
To sense
The presence of existence itself