Climbing

Out in front of the old dawn road, we climbed the mountain and carried our load of blood and tears into the space of silence, the silence of space, remembering not what we came here to know, we forgot all the keys and we sat by the shore of the lake, wondering, withering, waiting for more, and nothing more came. Lost in a spiral slide, a staircase made of silver and gold, leading to fantastic visions of faleshoods and phantoms. Where we were forgotten is where we forgot. We are not forsaken except in out own minds. I am a lost child, dreaming of another way, a supernova of the mind to find the flame from deep inside and expand the consciousness of time with a silver bullet of courageous letting go. Surrender, that is the key, the path to the gateway is clear, we lost ourselves on the way but remembered it here, in the darkness, in the silence at the edge of the new day. Climbing up to find ourselves we lost and were regained by truth. All come, all remember, all surrender, it is time.