In their clever trap you're left writhing in sticky webs of tension
wondering where you stepped off the path...

As the pain grows numb the days run dry and the trash of your memories
stacks up dense like a thousand forgotten rough drafts contaminating your mind...

You start to feel discarded by life, bereft of kinship, as all around you
the nights begin to howl and swell, and each version of your heart story
unfolds into another failure, another struggling surrender as you lie
cold nursing wounds in still deadlier pitfalls along the mountain trail of life...

But one day you reach an apex and discover a new vibrant way
descending rapidly into a lush exciting valley of wisdom.

Your heart pounds again to the rhythms of exploration and the amazement
of curiosity as you stride forward boldly into new dangers.

If you find the lake at the center of the forest, hidden at the mouths
of murmuring trails, you will experience an artful prevail...

If you walk in spirals on its sandy shore you might find nirvana,
and become invincible to the monsters composed
of the inky strands of your fears.

On those fiercely alive shores you are sure to experience true ressurection.

The shadowy waters of the lake will hold you afloat if you can
release your pain into the depths and follow love's bliss to the hilt.

We are called to focus on the tiny wonders
that fill us with delight and expand our hearts.

If we continue to refuse the call of embodied joy
then we slowy rot away, and never find unreasonable happiness...