Have you ever watched a feather float down through the air?
A simple sight but I saw its form
swaying softly, pirouette and play
I felt the words in a hush from my lips
'I can dance that way'
I put my new dance shoes on
tightly arched around my just found feet
Light, with my fighting weight
I scale up
chalking my mark on impossible crevices
pique' on a jutting pebble
I get higher because the only option is up
"Touch the chains" are the chants from monks below me
They say "See yourself at the top, scan the sky"
And suddenly, I've arrived.
My rope holding monk takes up slack
I let my head fall back, look out at the canyon
like a child upside down on monkey bars
and breathe....
Simply breathing is better than it has ever been.
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