There in the distance between trees
A folded brush of a trail
In landscape removed of man
Past the shadows of tilted life
Sits he who knows
And he who grows
Like the oak of timeless reach
Enveloped in shrouded darkness lending from arches of rock
The aura of silent thought screams in the abode of wisdom
Lo there in amongst conjured manifestations
Bones of his soul extend in support of long reaching sight
The construct of the norm
The expected
The followers place
Found strewn on floors of the world left behind
Like the carcasses of dead after a battle on mountain plains
For he faced them
In the final stand of his metamorphosis
Shielding lobs of fearful throws from the mob of "normal" life
Shields arm connected to the core of true identity
Belief; the cavalry driving torment into retreat
As the dust settled into crevices of his thought
His name renewed
His truth ablaze
It was then a distance between trees called
In whispers of reunion
And as his feet brushed a path behind
He felt the cycle of time swinging with each step
And in the darkness lent of rocks he sat
There you will find him
There... you will find yourself
mF
(Also my attempt at drawing)
