Poetry | Self | Mindfulness
Finding Your Truth at the Treeline
Will You Cross Over
In the north there is a line where you leave the trees behind and walk upon the frozen plain.
The tundra sleeps beneath the drifts. Their weight is swept by the withering wind, in the darkness of the godless month.
In the stillness of the night the stars look down upon the icy land smothered in silence.
In the mountains there is a line where you leave the trees behind and climb among the rocky peaks and barren rock.
Where storms arrive to push you off the edge and send you to the depths.
When you cross that line to search for truth where sky joins land your view is clear. It shows a blended path of blue and white.
You trace the lines with fingertips until you reach the sky and stand upon the stars to clearly see the truth.
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