Longing to reach this mountain’s crest,
robed in a cloud.
Reaching out but to far to touch.
Muscles start to burn,
thought has calmed.
Just the motion of steps remains,
one at a time.
Driven by what lies beyond explanation;
too pure to be captured in words.
Took a last step into the cloud,
no longer touched the ground:
weightless this body had become.
Sat over a stone, no time,
just there. (eleven)