Climb this well worn path,
a crunch of gravel flicks the verge.
Breathe into the pain of long having remained.
Now it is time to feel the steep
trail call you to
where the air grows thin.
Rocks obscure the way, but you
no longer give in to them.
You grope for a handhold
and pull yourself through
the risk of falling.
Up, over the boulders onto
the strangeness of unfamiliar ground.
The voices critical have
hummed under the door for too long.
You are called to a kind of quiet,
where waterfalls thrash mountains
into holding pools so deep.
Stand on the edge of the view -
take in the senses of
being, above all things.
Feel your mind become one
with every promise you believe.
You are ready to finally plunge
with a breath and a step;
into the depths of silence.
Then you will know what to do.
Day 5 Prompt - silence