The Soul of the Matter

I'm aware of greys and stones and sets of stairs going up, going down, filling everything. I sense the danger, the risk involved in following you as you lead the way along this path which is unknown.

I want to find a room upstairs to hide. I want to be alone. I feel dark. And as I walk up, I realize I'm actually going down and the further along I go, the darker this scene becomes. Suddenly, I look up. And there you are above my head, floating over me, like some guardian angel, some heavenly creature. You reach down for my arms, my hands and pull me up and away from this.

You make it across to the edge of the cliff, wearing determination and fearlessness along your chest. You sit erect and poised staring off into the distance and I wonder. I wonder. Your heart longs like a warrior pushing through the pangs and throbs.

I sense the abyss as I stand watching you. I anticipate the joy in joining you. I take a deep breath while the others calculate how they will make their move. I long to be there and here not fully comprehending there is no division. The work is overwhelming but the longing is greater so I persist, I insist. I must be.

Now, I sit behind you on this cliff. I don't know how I got here and not without your help. I see the back of your head. I smile. You're still and focused and I sense the power you radiate, your strength and courage. There is no where else I'd rather be.