The mountains are calling
Deep in the recesses of my heart
The dark corners
The left turns and the right angles
The obtuse and acute triangles
There is something
Something on the borderline of a feeling..
I guess.
Take me to the woods to see!
Autumn is here and the mountains are calling
Seeing them from a far these days
It’s no longer good enough.
I’m anxious. Uneasy.
I want to be IN them,
feel them
claw my way back.
I want to smell dirt and damp earth
Switchback, scramble, climb and traverse.
This ache in my chest
This weight of the world..
Only she can cure it
The Mother, Gaia.
I want your tears to wash over me, Gaia.
Wash away my sins and my fears
Comfort me.
Take away my thousand yard stare.
When I can no longer see what’s behind me
And the only thing in front of me is forever
Only then does my heart open
Only then am I truly free.