I have nothing to say,
No more questions to ask,
As the last layers of self,
Peel away like a mask.
There’s nothing to know,
No more answers to seek,
No more mountains to climb,
For I already sit at the peak.
I was always here,
On top of my mountain,
Just surrounded by fog,
Feeling lost and uncertain.
But the truth is I’m found,
I was always here,
Just buried beneath pain,
And a whole heap of fear.
It hurt to move through,
To allow all my shame,
To rise to the surface,
As I lifted my face to the rain.
In heaven’s new showers,
I felt the ease of the cleanse,
As life promised she’d provide peace,
And for that pain make amends.
It hurts to see truth,
To admit to what you are not,
But beneath all that suffering,
Is the you, you forgot.
You see it in children,
In their joy, light and laughter,
When you absorb their energy,
You feel the same after.
They guide the way home,
To the truth of you,
The only question remains,
Can you see it too?