One foot in front of another,
Towards an inky blackness illuminated by day,
Walking not by sight,
Trusting feelings that lead the way.
One foot in front of another,
Is the clarity of the message he received,
A tired old soul, walking onwards,
Unwilling to be further deceived.
One foot in front of another,
Is all he has now,
Walking away from that which is known,
Divinity the only companion he would allow.
In front of another, he moves his foot
Towards the holy mountain, hidden from all
For he has given up his everything, dropped the chains
Discarded his ego and made himself small.
One foot in front of another,
Is all that he knows,
Letting himself be guided,
By a warmed heart gushing aglow.
