Cascading cliffs of grey stone, tower o’er oceans of cerulean brilliance
An azure sky rests behind the summit of the climb
Clear waters drip slowly over stone

While looking o’er the edge of the cliff
I can see the horizon
Where water meets the end
The familiar scent in the air
Subtle voices floating in the wind
That touches my skin and calls me to the summit

A beacon of hope awaits
The beacon waits for me there
I can feel it drawing me in, closer and closer
Like tides to the moon
Radiant flashes of memory pass before my eyes
Red flowers swaying in the breeze

The rumble of the air passing through valleys
Her Gentle hand meeting my forearm
Embrace
Connection
I open myself up to her
A brilliant radiant white light now that fills my eyes
I am hurled back to the cold cliff side of the mountain

Feeling stripped yet again of my release
It is now, With even stronger resolve
I push toward the top of the pass
To meet the journey’s end
To finish The Climb
Red flowers swaying in the breeze

While looking o’er the edge of the cliff
I can see the horizon
Where water meets the end
The familiar scent in the air
Subtle voices floating in the wind
That touches my skin and calls me to the summit
To meet the journy's end
To finish the climb

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