• zen stories

    and other quirks of mind
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Language - Taal - Lingua

Ladder

 

Silent footsteps

On the rungs of the ladder of life

Reaching into the blue

Blue sky

 

A weightless longing has grasped me

A want to merge

With reality

My skin is cold

My fever high

How hot it burns

To be so close to the Son

 

I need only take one more step

Off of this ladder of light

One more step

A leap, more like

Into I know not what

 

Time passes

A decision is made

And as the ladder fades away

I feel warm, soft lips

Cover mine

 

Kissing me

Into the wonder

Of my homecoming

 

© JH, Spright-Art